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Relaxed, easy. Wake is comfortable, shifting on his hip and letting his long legs splay lazily. They like their ravens down here-- maybe that's why. Part bird, with their desire to stay put away in high places. It's weird, but he supposes he can't throw stones from glass houses. Hell, he'd helped Dread put up more than one tree house, and likely more to come.

Carefully striking a match, lighting the spliff, and taking a long drag-- Spider. "Wake, it's a pleasure." Feeling the smoke take hold in his lungs, bringing on a pleasant head rush, and further relaxation to his already languid form. "Here, like this." A slow demonstration, pulling the smoke into his lungs and holding for a moment. Ever the showoff, Wake blows a smoke ring before letting the rest go.

Perhaps it's an assumption that his new friend doesn't quite know what they're in for, but Wake's tone is gentle. "Don't inhale too long, at first. Just a little will probably hit you nicely, if you're not used to it." A mixture of tobacco and cannabis, rolled carefully with a broad tobacco leaf. Is Wake a good healer? No, but at least he's gentle about what he does.

"Wake"