One moment, Hopeless was in the shelter, happily curled up against Erskine in Erskine's bed. The next, he was quite abruptly awake, standing, and in the middle of Keeliai, wearing the extremely comfortable pajamas Erskine had bought for him which weren't at all warm enough against the weather.

He took a moment to orient himself, borrowing thoughts off others until he knew exactly where he was in relation to the shelter, and how long it had been since the last group of temporary Foreigners had arrived. Then he set off with a determined vengeance, or at least as much a determined vengeance as he could manage wearing nothing but socks.

The socks meant that when Hopeless got to the shelter, his step was silent as he walked in, making a bee-line for Erskine's tired mental presence. He didn't pause at the door, but padded in silently out of Erskine's line of sight, and reached down to take the book with an eye-crinkling smile and very cold hands. "That's far too sad for the likes of you, young man."