The world is starting to settle, his location more fixed in the universe. He finds he is disgusted at himself, failing Baze, needing to be cared for like some lost babe. Before he can get too far down this road, there's another knock at the open door.
"Guardian Malbus? Um, my wife said she made too much, it will just go bad, please, this is for you..." A hesitant, stoop-shouldered man holds out a covered plate of roasted mushrooms.
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Date: 2017-10-09 06:56 am (UTC)"Guardian Malbus? Um, my wife said she made too much, it will just go bad, please, this is for you..." A hesitant, stoop-shouldered man holds out a covered plate of roasted mushrooms.