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Sometimes the body needs to recover first, a foundation for healing the mind.

He's rested enough. Now it's time to move again. Or it was, judging by the fact that Lucas isn't in a bed in the infirmary anymore. He's standing in his pajamas near the Observation Window, his fingers curled around his IV stand.

It's fortunate that Lucas went to Milliways before. He likely would have ended up here after what happened. Making it a home before that just made things easier.

You can talk to him. He might not talk back, though.

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And Autor, as usual with Lucas, is hovering nearby with his hand on a chair should the boy need to sit down.

"Er," he says, feeling silly talking to an entity in public which only responds in his head. "What do you think of the view?"

Familiar. It might be best if Lucas doesn't dwell on this later.

This might be the safest time for him to be at the window for a while.

Autor peers critically at the Window, nodding. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you," he says. "Is there anywhere else he should avoid--or spend time in? Like the sunflower patch?"

The sunflowers should be fine.

He doubts Lucas will be worse off from them.

And fluids. We should probably get Lucas more fluids.

Fluids are still good, right?

"I'll talk to Enzo about that," Autor says, tilting his head. "He knows more about the infirmary than I."

Is he... Is he nervous about inhabiting a physical body?

Autor releases the chair he'd been holding. "How long do you think you'll be up for today?"

The fluids for the mouth, too, the Dragon clarifies. Drink. He should probably start that soon.

If he is, the Dark Dragon doesn't have much else to say about it.

He could sit. You could read to him. He does like hearing.

"Oh, drinks! Good, glad to hear it," Autor says, pleased. "And I'll find more stories for him--er, for you both to listen to."

It usually only occurs to Autor that the Dark Dragon might be listening to his reading aloud halfway through the books.

"Does he have the use of his other senses as well?"

Yes. He can sense things. But there is a lot waiting for his mind. The physical is easier for him right now.

"That makes sense," Autor murmurs, and then orders tea from a rat. "He has no idea what's waiting for him, does he?"

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"Lucas! Or, um, Dragon?"

It feels strange to ask, even though his own brother-in-law happens to share a body with a powerful entity, albeit not on the same scale.

Lucas doesn't answer.

Dragon, is the reply. It is time to try up for a while.

"That's good, if you—he's up to it. As long as he—you—both of you don't overdo it. But you seem to have a good handle on things."

Is he being disrespectful? He's not sure. Wow, this is awkward.

It will take time. But we have time. And we brought the fluids.

The work of it is hidden by the sleeve of Lucas's pajamas, but the IV is still there.

"So I see. That's good. Do you need anything else?"

He should try to drink. That would be good. Then he could have those fluids instead, right?

Recommendations are welcome from the ones insistent on the fluids.

"Yeah, but he'll need nutrients too. But we could put those in a drink if he's not up to solid food yet."

Supplements, protein powders and what have you.

That would be good. Slow is good.

A brief moment, and then, Eventually smoothies. Miss Sunshine and her food and smoothies sit on top of his dreaming mind.

Not exactly a big surprise with how long he's been out.

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"Master Lucas", Ichabod says, cautiously pleased as he approaches. "I'm glad to see you up and about."

Lucas is only party up, though.

He wasn't addressed, but the Dragon does know what Lucas would want in their heart of hearts.

Thank you for bringing Lucas to the infirmary, rumbles inside Ichabod's head.

...that was unexpected, and a very odd sensation indeed, but he can be polite.

"You're quite welcome. Would I be addressing the entity my wife spoke to on that day?"

Yes. Lucas is getting better, but he is not awake yet. It is for the best right now.

"He still has some recovering to do?" Ichabod guesses.

There is much waiting for his mind. He understands now, but it is as a dream.

"Waiting for his mind... to come to terms with what happened to him?"

Yes.

The Dark Dragon would be content to leave it at that, but Lucas thinks Ichabod would want more. There is a subtle, easy-to-miss gesture towards the Observation Window.

We are all that's left of the world Lucas knew. It is a lot for any human.