he stopped by the mess hall on his way back, by now he was starting to feel queasy again so he got himself nothing, he had apples rolled oat sticks and honey for the other two. he hoped, pocketing the food, dragons were omnivorous. he was slow in his return, on the one hand eager to get back to luna, a thousand questions waiting to be asked and on the other dreading mizuki, a thousand more that he did not want answers to. though he had the mind to at least grab his blankets and a spare change of clothes first. he even took his paints though he knew he could not reapply his seal.
he waited a while at the door before knocking to be let in. he said nothing as the door opened, he felt it was too final, too damning, a door into the unknown sealing his fate. he walked in