[He smells the smoke before his eyes even open, drained and dry and stressed from the whiplash of the evening. Still in Akira's room, his eyes drift over, trying to see if the boy has made it through the night--
--His abandoned coat is answer enough.
Solomon doesn't even bother fetching it. His attention is to his wand and his wand alone, throwing open the window to Akira's room to hoist himself out into the courtyard. That's Ahito's voice, Tatara's, and--
...
He stays at a distance. But he looks incredibly, incredibly cold.]
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--His abandoned coat is answer enough.
Solomon doesn't even bother fetching it. His attention is to his wand and his wand alone, throwing open the window to Akira's room to hoist himself out into the courtyard. That's Ahito's voice, Tatara's, and--
...
He stays at a distance. But he looks incredibly, incredibly cold.]