Castor is quiet while they talk, and although you look to see what he's doing, he's just.. listening. When he catches you looking at him, he gives the same half-shrug he always does. His horns must've been fuck-huge, when he was a troll: he always acts like he's going to hit them, even after centuries of being dead.

"Offer to walk with them," he says, flat and disinterested. "If you must."

You think you probably should. The conversations been hard for you to follow: they're all talking names you don't know and shit you never got fed about, like helms and proctors and dorms. But Mardie started off swaggering and now she looks like a deflated balloon, and that's no good at all.

"We'll walk with you, then," you chirp, and everyone turns to look like they plumb forgot you were there. Rude fuckers. But, as your mom stirring under your collar reminds you, you've still got manners, so you trot straight up to the short lowblood. Mardie moves out of the way, giving you one of her looks like 'the fuck you doing,' but Castor gets it.

He steps in real close, big paws hooking around your waist, and you can feel the familiar tug as he uses your psionics to lift you up so you can touch horns. "Hi! Hinnom," you say, and boop your nose against theirs for good measure.