[ he's sitting outside somewhere with some swampy mud on his boots, absently trying to clean it off with a sort of dissociative state happening. his satchel is open and some things are out, but they're neatly closed and taken care of compared to him with his makeshift rag.
there's still a spark in alfyn's eyes, so he's not completely dead inside. but boy is he coping poorly right now. ]
... Mr. Daan'll be okay. [ when he notices marina. ] I took him to the swamp and saw to him, if you haven't gone to check on him yet.
wk 2; saturday
there's still a spark in alfyn's eyes, so he's not completely dead inside. but boy is he coping poorly right now. ]
... Mr. Daan'll be okay. [ when he notices marina. ] I took him to the swamp and saw to him, if you haven't gone to check on him yet.