[ Over the bitter years of his life and everything that came after, Archer made some headway in learning when to give up on certain tasks. That's why, when the storm intensifies beyond toleration, he finally returns to the tree. He dries off, there, and he spends a while with his latest project: experimenting with the plants he's found around the tree in an attempt to make a meager herbal tea for Rin.
But eventually, he realizes that Rin isn't returning to have and complain about her latest cup of not-really-tea. The terrible truth dawns on him, then: Rin, still reluctant to accept her new limits as a small and fragile creature, is still out there in the storm.
There isn't the slightest question of what he should do. His feet and his wings carry him rapidly back out into the roaring cold and wet. There he fights his way back to the site of the would-be kitchen, struggling fiercely against the winds all the way, helplessly seeking out the sight of a small, vulnerable human frame in the dark... ]
⚒ TUESDAY, MAY 5, NIGHT ⚒ closed to Rin
But eventually, he realizes that Rin isn't returning to have and complain about her latest cup of not-really-tea. The terrible truth dawns on him, then: Rin, still reluctant to accept her new limits as a small and fragile creature, is still out there in the storm.
There isn't the slightest question of what he should do. His feet and his wings carry him rapidly back out into the roaring cold and wet. There he fights his way back to the site of the would-be kitchen, struggling fiercely against the winds all the way, helplessly seeking out the sight of a small, vulnerable human frame in the dark... ]