Clavott smiled warmly, squeezing her hand gently, as though to make sure she wouldn't fly away. "Okay." He released her hand, and wrapped a long arm around her shoulders, smoothly pulling her close to his chest. He missed the feeling of hugging another individual close, sharing their warmth and comfort. The last hug he'd gotten was from a rather smelly stall vender, who praised him from bringing crowds to his shop with music. But that was completely different from now.
He gave one last glance to the stars. On the horizon of the still ocean, dark clouds rolled- to or away from them, he couldn't tell. They did, however, engulf the stars like a blanket over candles, suffocating them and hiding them from sight. Clavott sighed lightly, and the moon seemed to, too.
Holding the strap of his violin in one hand and Nika in the other, he began a slow march, leading her into town, where the firey candle-stars still shone brightly to guide their path. Behind them, the water slopped messily against the dock, and Clavott's mind wandered back to the whale he had petted not so long ago.
It had been a strange day, for sure, and even longer. In the course of that single day, his heart had swelled many times, almost to the point of aching. No.. it did ache. Pained in thought of Nika leaving as suddenly as she had come, of Hex or some other man taking her away- though it didn't seem likely anymore. Still, despite being able to bring people together, he had terrible luck keeping them close.
He looked down at Nika, feeling her fatigue and seeing it in her posture and her expression. He knew this must be harder for her, having a life and possessions that always seem to change with the introduction of a new friend. He blinked slowly. "Are you alright?" Clavott inquired, not just about the night, but everything she had experienced and was experiencing.
