[ he breathes a tired little laugh at the reminder of the octopus, hefting it in his arm. this probably isn't the time or place for this conversation. they're both still soaked from the bath, they need to do something about this creature, and personally, joshua could stand to eat something.

he lets his hand fall away from clive's face to squeeze his forearm again instead, and turns back to the hallway. ] We always do, brother. Let's finish this task, and then perhaps find dry clothing and dinner. [ he hooks his arm with his brother's, tugging him lightly as they move forward again. knowing what he knows now, there's a part of him that doesn't want to let go; probably a reflection of his own feelings about his fate. he doesn't want to leave clive. he'll have jill, he knows, but.. even so. ]

We can steal down into the kitchens to bother the staff there, [ he adds after a moment, gentle cheer returning to his tone. ] It'll be like when we were children. Mother used to hate it.