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As the flakes fell, the cold crept into his fingers and toes and Silas had to grip the branches tighter, for fear numbness would overtake them and his might simply forget to hold on. And then her soft voice sounded again. A home in the mansion. He turned his icy gaze out towards D’Neville and he thought of this idea for a moment. He could take residence there, and claim a room for himself, much as Halo obviously had. He tried to remember which window she had said was hers. Somehow, he felt like that was too much. Could he really live there? He was a part of Inferni now, but it still felt as if he was trespassing onto someone else’s realm.
And then, she made her exit. Silas turned his head to her, finding her ruby eyes for a moment longer, before she started the slow and clumsy descent. "Zhe mansion ‘as room?" He inquired, leaning slightly into the tree to look down upon her sinking form. He didn’t want to invite himself by following after her, but the thought of going with her comforted him. He didn’t want to spend a night alone in the snowfall, and maybe a warm room in the mansion would prove to be the perfect place for Silas to remain throughout his days in Inferni. Yet, he remained perched in the tree until Halo offered word; he needed the reassurance that it was okay.
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