Hell, if anything, it's just making him sleepy.
He doesn't know how he got on this side of the party, nor where Fiadh is. But he can stand here for a bit, and it feels strange. Being around people. Being a body. Being a person. He stares at the white wolf next to him, not quite at her but through her.
"Чья идея была провести это зимой? " His voice sounds small, dreamy even.
Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you
Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice because you’re trying your best