[A quip about not being embarrassed runs through his head, something about offering a full inventory if she wanted, but he doesn't have the energy to type it.
Instead, he can feel some dregs of worry rise into his throat, but he doesn't type anything about that either.]
Thank you.
[His fingers hover over the keyboard a moment, his thumb pressed to the letter T longer than he needs. He shouldn't ask for anything more than basics. Clothing. Safety. Something to do while he does...nothing.
That choking feeling grows a little tighter as he types the letter 'H' next. It's slow going but he eventually forces each letter out of himself, like they're pressing from his bramble-filled throat after all.]
no subject
Instead, he can feel some dregs of worry rise into his throat, but he doesn't type anything about that either.]
Thank you.
[His fingers hover over the keyboard a moment, his thumb pressed to the letter T longer than he needs. He shouldn't ask for anything more than basics. Clothing. Safety. Something to do while he does...nothing.
That choking feeling grows a little tighter as he types the letter 'H' next. It's slow going but he eventually forces each letter out of himself, like they're pressing from his bramble-filled throat after all.]
There's a stuffed raven on the bed