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[Crash simply chuckled, then shook his head with a smile before moving to ruffle Basil's hair if the teen allows it. Regardless, the minotaur abruptly shuddered at the touch of a chilly breeze.]

Brr.

[He motioned for the human to give him a moment to grab a jacket, considering he's never been a cold weather creature. Not that Basil would be unwelcome to pop inside as well.]

[polarvoid]

[Allow it he does, if only because he's too polite not to, but also can tell now that Crash doesn't mean him any harm. Not if he's going to help him across the lake, right? He nods though, prepared to wait by the door as long as he needs to.

Fortunately with the cold, it's likely that someone in his sphere has gotten him a jacket and longer pants by now, which he woke up wearing as opposed to the shorter clothes he had on before. It feels a bit odd, not being in his clothing from home...but it's better than freezing.]

[cratecrasher]

[And so the minotaur pops inside, then as he nonverbally promised comes back out in a dark blue winter jacket and his talons bundled warmly. It's a simple matter to lock the door behind him before swinging his head for Basil to walk beside the pig. He's been around the lake long enough even without his navigation already kicking in, he knows the way.]

I'm Crash...! [Because if the kid lives around here, then it's nice to meet a new neighbor.] And you?

[polarvoid]

[Crash? ...Oh. Basil sure didn't introduce himself...at all, did he?

He flusters, lifting a hand to toy with a strand of blonde hair hanging down in front of his ear.]

My name is Basil... [He answers, sheepishly.] I just got here...a couple of weeks ago, I think.

[Has it already been that long? It has to have been...even if one of those weeks has been totally wiped from his memory.]

[cratecrasher]

[Poor kid, this is one of those extremely nervous types, isn't it? Crash doesn't immediately say anything further, not knowing exactly what to say or do here, but he does reach over to rest his hand on the kid's back and flash him a reassuring smile.

After all, the best thing to have in this place is a web of support.]

[polarvoid]

[Crash is...very much correct in that assumption. Basil's nerves have only been exacerbated during his time in Ryslig, after all, so he doubts he's made much of a good impression on people. So it's...nice, knowing that they're still willing to help, despite how needy he's been.

He manages a nervous smile, glancing down at his feet.]

Thank you for helping me.