The latch rattles on the door, there's a clumsy scraaaaape and something quite possibly a bit rude exclaimed on the other side before the door - finally! - swings open. With his scarf wrapped around his throat and nearly up to his nose, and what looks like a blanket draped over one arm, he looks both uncharacteristically disheveled and a little like he was trying very hard to stay warm.
The cabin feels warm enough, though. From the look on his face, Riku wasn't expecting the sight he finds on the other side of the door.
In the light of their lanterns, Riku's eyes seem to glow, reflecting that light back like molten gold. The effect is somewhat dimmed when he turns his gaze inevitably downwards at the spreading dark stain, the slash in a sweatshirt.
Riku makes this... sound, a short exhale like he's been kicked.
"Get in," The entrance leads right to the kitchen. He leaves the door open as he turns away, yanking open one drawer with one hand and then another. When he finds the tea towels and dish cloths, he grabs a fistful.
"Lie down. You," he says to Link, holding out the fistful of towels, "Put pressure on the wound."
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The cabin feels warm enough, though. From the look on his face, Riku wasn't expecting the sight he finds on the other side of the door.
In the light of their lanterns, Riku's eyes seem to glow, reflecting that light back like molten gold. The effect is somewhat dimmed when he turns his gaze inevitably downwards at the spreading dark stain, the slash in a sweatshirt.
Riku makes this... sound, a short exhale like he's been kicked.
"Get in," The entrance leads right to the kitchen. He leaves the door open as he turns away, yanking open one drawer with one hand and then another. When he finds the tea towels and dish cloths, he grabs a fistful.
"Lie down. You," he says to Link, holding out the fistful of towels, "Put pressure on the wound."