clarity for my fuzzy life

It took him a moment, but the boy finally entered the room. Not much of a boy anymore, actually. He had filled out and was very much a young man now. He was troubled though. Always had been. Resin hoped that he would grow to control his emotions while within The Hallows. From her perspective, he'd gotten better, but he wasn't there yet.

The purple boy asked if they could talk and Resin nodded, huffing lightly. "I always have time for you, Indigo. What's on your mind?" Her head didn't hurt at the moment and she felt okay. It would be nice to have some company for a little while and if she could help her grandson, all the better.

Resin motioned to the large pile of furs near the fire offering him a seat. "If it's too cold for you, you can shut the door." A whistling wind pushed into the room, sending even more snowflakes flying towards the pair of canines.