[ it hurts to be asked that. it really SHOWS what Husk is feeling--along with the look on the others' face. His expression flickers to something quiet and pained, and he reaches out to touch one of Husk's ears as he moves to sit next to the other, not touching him but
at least sitting close enough that Husk can tell that he's here, he's solid. He brings up one of his little flickering game screens, moving onto doordash, quietly flicking through pages to find a coffee place... ]

Can I get you something to drink? Eat? You look pallid.

And before you ask, booze is off limits until you get something in your stomach.