[ Turning when the hollow thump of Jayce's staff echoes around the room, Viktor appraises the fit of the clothes and deems them suitable. It's nothing like the smart cut of the Academy uniform, nor the well-tailored suits he'd wear to parties, but it's warm and it... suits him, in a way. Viktor can almost imagine Jayce wearing a pair of glasses to complete the look: scholarly, comfortable, and aging like a fine wine. He stops himself, however, because that age isn't natural for someone in his thirties, especially someone so healthy and fit as Jayce had been. It makes his stomach turn to remember that a version of him had been responsible.
He shoves those thoughts aside and offers Jayce the box of supplies he'd abandoned in favor of changing his clothes. ] You look ready to take a nap.
[ Gathering up more blankets, he leads the way to the stairs that they discovered would, eventually, take them to a roof. ]
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He shoves those thoughts aside and offers Jayce the box of supplies he'd abandoned in favor of changing his clothes. ] You look ready to take a nap.
[ Gathering up more blankets, he leads the way to the stairs that they discovered would, eventually, take them to a roof. ]