"There's more temples." Soldat crouches to gather up the blanket and cart it outside to hang on the railing. They'll stuff it in the laundry later. It doesn't take long to come back in and drop onto the couch, collecting their coffee again at last. "Feel like you dropped me smack in the middle of a much longer story."

And, registering the discomfort this time, they ask, "Should I leave it alone?"