Mr. Silvair paused as he reached the staircase, his eyes scanning the human at his side, the bandages wrapped around his eyes subtly shifting with the motion of his head. "Your..." He mumbled in a troubled way, before reaching to cup their face with both hands. "Your eye. Change."

The human blinked, a quiet confusion flickering across their expression. "Hmm? My face...?"

Mr. Silvair smiled softly, the familiarity of their friendship making the moment more personal. "Want research you." He said, his voice lower now, filled with intent.

The human muttered something under their breath in their usual language, barely audible. "Can he fix it?..."

He heard the uncertainty in the words and simply repeated, "Research you," with a small, reassuring smile, his fingers gently tracing the edge of their face for a moment before letting go and stepping away.

The human’s thoughts seemed to shift, their gaze distant, but a moment later their words cut through the air. “Come on look for room!” They said in the language of the otherworld.

Mr. Silvair’s smile deepened, the words a welcome shift in focus. "Thank you. Want big room. Come on go."

Together, they started walking, the quiet sound of their footsteps echoing in the stillness as they moved forward, in search of new rooms.