Closer inspection brought about a few oddities in their surroundings, strange knickknacks of the distant past now present. Nigredo only watched them, memorized their features, and moved on to another. He did not want to deal with them more than necessary; the child was only waiting, after all. For what couldn't be said.

Albedo shifted as though to rise, and the younger turned back immediately. Unlike moments before, he appeared unmoved, stoic. As though a sibling pulling glass out of his feet was normal. The thought slid through his mind in discomfort, but what else could Nigredo say? This could not be helped.

"You should be the one sitting down," he stated.