Guess we're both going into this blind, then. (jonas, fond of the prevailing mood but still a bit apprehensive—he thinks he sees people staring out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks, they're oblivious to his and zagreus' table.

since arriving, he's felt strange; company comforts him, so jonas focuses all of his attention on the god before him.)

With the mead and the—well, everything else. It helps, though, for commiseration's sake, right? What had you confused back home? The whole "leaving for the surface" thing you were talking about over texts earlier?

(and in case that's too personal:)

No problem if, like, you don't wanna talk about it.