[There are a lot of people who like holding hands here, he guesses. He thinks about how long it must have been since he'd let anyone show him affection, before he came here... and his fingers curl around Blake's.
Agate flies up to perch on the eaves of the house several feet ahead of them, on the lookout for threats, and Ferran raises his free hand to open the door with a quick cast of Thaumaturgy. What use that will ever be... well, he guesses it's just like the rest of him and what he knows. The familiar will follow them through the door once they're inside, and Ferran will close the door behind him in the same way. His pack is already sitting on a table nearby.
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Agate flies up to perch on the eaves of the house several feet ahead of them, on the lookout for threats, and Ferran raises his free hand to open the door with a quick cast of Thaumaturgy. What use that will ever be... well, he guesses it's just like the rest of him and what he knows. The familiar will follow them through the door once they're inside, and Ferran will close the door behind him in the same way. His pack is already sitting on a table nearby.
He lets out a shaky sigh.]