[Lenka does watch him carefully, just in case he decides to take the shortcut from the bunk to the floor, but it looks like he worried for nothing. It's kind of funny how he's still tucking magic into making his staff float around, but a cabin full of sick kids has to have some entertainment, probably.

Lenka just nods back, not trusting his voice to talking too much, and leads the way over to the lodge. He himself isn't exactly walking in a straight line and has to pause now and again, sometimes using walls and other obstacles for leverage -- but them's the breaks of navigating a camp in the dark. There's something nostalgic about this.

He shakes it off. They're somehow at the kitchen already.

Lenka sets to unwrapping his arm, first of all, and giving that a wash. Can't have it getting musty. In goes the dishtowel too. It's pretty bloody by now, but he seems calm about it.]

Is there something you want to bring back?