[ Thanatos's fingers curl around Zagreus's so easily without any conscious thought. He notices his heart (usually so still) thump once, twice. It's times like this that Thanatos feels like they are two sides of the same weaving, somehow one and the same. Like how they should have been before everything started falling apart, fraying. Although, feeling that makes the distance between them--time and understanding--all the more painful and confusing. ]

You're not alone. And there's nothing to stop me from helping you here. No work on the surface calling me away.

[ But the sentiments are ruined by Zagreus talking about his singed clothing. Thanatos gives a light scoff that sounds like "You're ridiculous." But the spell has been accidentally broken. Break's over, back to business. Thanatos is thinking more about helping Zagreus settle than the mystery between the two of them. He straightens up, no longer resting his head on Zagreus's. His hand remains linked with his for the time being. ]

There should be more in your bag, but I ordered my clothing from home. It should be in one of the packages delivered. I can give you some of the ones I was issued until you get replacements. There's also a spider who will make some clothing for you in exchange for a snack.