Zor had ventured down from his shoulder to his hand, where his tiny whiskers twitched as he sniffed at the bones, not sure what to make of them. Josiah smiled down at his companion, one he’d had for just about a year now. He’d raised the rat from the moment he was weaned from its mother until now and could easily say that he had been the only one Josiah could ever call a best friend, and they couldn’t even properly converse. Some might find it sad, Josiah found it normal.
He caught the scent of Fatin and was not surprised when he found her growing nearer. So far, she was the only one he knew of in this land and he was glad for her company. When she spoke, he did not turn right away, his blue eyes still trained on the various bones that lay scattered and forgotten. ”Yes, it is. No one should ever have to die alone,” he said without thinking, the thought of he himself lying alone in a cage, waiting to die crossed his mind and he quickly shut it out, pulling Zor towards him as he tried to hop off of his hand and turning back towards Fatin. ”It’s nice to see you again,” he offered with a smile, ”What brings you here?” Josiah asked with honest curiosity.