[ when taair's shoulders sink, yves just automatically reaches out to place a hand at his back reassuringly... patpat. it's really not entirely affection week, most of this is just yves.

but otherwise he'll focus, following along carefully and actually just trying to walk in the same footsteps behind taair. he's quiet for once, listening as he hears the description and then looks down the direction of where mizu was... ]

We were inside. The door locked to the showers, but even with me, Marcoh, and Adolphe all trying—it didn't budge. Marcoh alone should've been enough, but with three of us...?

[ weird enchanted door ]

So strange.