[Marsh has gone to ground in the library. Well. Ground is perhaps inaccurate. He's managed to climb a bookshelf, and is lying flat on his belly on top of it, out of most people's sightlines. If he wriggles forward, he has a good view of the nearby areas, and as long as he pets the bird occasionally it doesn't give him away.
He's not entirely sure what chocolate is, and Kelsier fed him enough yesterday that he's still pretty full. He's not impulsive, like Kel. He watches and waits, wonders why she wanted to help anyway. He tries to focus on that and not think about Kel being gone home because if he does he'll start crying, and he's too old for that, and he has to figure out how to get him back somehow, and how will he ever - oh hell.]
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He's not entirely sure what chocolate is, and Kelsier fed him enough yesterday that he's still pretty full. He's not impulsive, like Kel. He watches and waits, wonders why she wanted to help anyway. He tries to focus on that and not think about Kel being gone home because if he does he'll start crying, and he's too old for that, and he has to figure out how to get him back somehow, and how will he ever - oh hell.]