[ despite how casual he is, Wriothesley's very aware of their situation. they aren't going to make it on opposite ends of the cave, and he'd rather not make too big a deal about it. given, he's not used to being so close to people, but he likes Aether well enough.

there's a little fussing, and he can tell Aether is hesitating, but he gives in, eventually, and sinks next to him. there's a few adjustments to be made in the blanket, and he draws it over Aether's shoulders as he tucks his paws in and away from the cold. ]

I wouldn't blame you if you had some hesitation.

[ he wouldn't, at all, and there's no part of that which is untrue. it's part of his own perception of himself, and where becoming a criminal became a necessity.

perhaps he hides behind it, too. after all, if he's not trusted, he can't let anyone down. ]

King of the criminals only goes so far.

[ those that are exiled to Meropide are undesirables in a sense, no longer entertaining or valuable to society. some are there due to their own unfortunate circumstances, others due to their wickedness and lack of concern, sometimes it's both. it's something that stays with you.

he leans back against the wall, the blanket falling more slack so Aether can better adjust himself if necessary. ]

How are your hands?

[ Aether's not the only one that can change the subject. ]