[ alfyn has the good consideration of other people to not draw attention to the words on lavi's stupid head. i, however, shake him like a maraca.

instead, he hums a laugh, working on getting the next strip out of the sleeve and working the cloth along the blade with care. if he busies himself, he won't have to worry about looking at his own writing. ]

Same. Figured I'd stay busy and out of the, uh, horsemen's? Hair? Or masks. Whatever. Famine didn't seem keen in any of us helping right now, so - bandages, in case we need 'em.