[The thought of sleeping out here crosses his mind. The only thing to make him decide not to is the unfamiliar ground and his own injuries. He nods, watching Shiro go back inside.
Keith stays, watching the unfamiliar color of the sky flash bright above him. Did Zarkon see this too? Back when this was first built, had the Galra emperor seen the way the reds spiral and whorl into the purple. The weather has all but destroyed the land outside this barrier, so what must he had found that was worth building this here?
It's close to an hour before he comes back in. He makes sure the little creature he'd been holding is safe under the kitchen door's awning just outside. It may be cute and it may not have attacked him, but it's still wild. A servibot whizzes past him, clean towels folded and on its way upstairs, likely to replenish the ones they'd used.]
...Late in the day, may as well.
[He takes up a station in the kitchen to pick through all the food they'd brought in. A lot of it he recognizes either having eaten it, or having eaten something similar. Sure, the bots could probably fix something, but he wants to. He needs to feel useful. Keith cautiously cleans everything, from the food to the dishes he uses; no telling what's on them after this long. He manages to put something together: simple, a kind of starchy grain he boiled and drained, some of the bug meat dug out and cooked proper in a pan. Enough for the two of them, a couple bites extra for Shadow if she's able to eat it.]
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Keith stays, watching the unfamiliar color of the sky flash bright above him. Did Zarkon see this too? Back when this was first built, had the Galra emperor seen the way the reds spiral and whorl into the purple. The weather has all but destroyed the land outside this barrier, so what must he had found that was worth building this here?
It's close to an hour before he comes back in. He makes sure the little creature he'd been holding is safe under the kitchen door's awning just outside. It may be cute and it may not have attacked him, but it's still wild. A servibot whizzes past him, clean towels folded and on its way upstairs, likely to replenish the ones they'd used.]
...Late in the day, may as well.
[He takes up a station in the kitchen to pick through all the food they'd brought in. A lot of it he recognizes either having eaten it, or having eaten something similar. Sure, the bots could probably fix something, but he wants to. He needs to feel useful. Keith cautiously cleans everything, from the food to the dishes he uses; no telling what's on them after this long. He manages to put something together: simple, a kind of starchy grain he boiled and drained, some of the bug meat dug out and cooked proper in a pan. Enough for the two of them, a couple bites extra for Shadow if she's able to eat it.]
Hey, Shiro? Where're you at?