Following after Sheena like a lost puppy, Lloyd takes the quiet walk to Mithos and Kratos’ room as a chance to try and test his ability to interact for the day. He opens his mouth, tries to will himself to saying something, anything, but nothing comes out. So it’s another one of those days, he thinks, resigning himself to another day of being mute. For now, the grief of what’s just happened continues to clog his throat, causing any possible words to stay stuck in it.

Sheena knocks on the door, and Lloyd places the best smile he can form on his face - something small and tired, though he doesn’t feel a drop of exhaustion even without sleeping the night previous - but a smile nonetheless. Lloyd waves at Mithos as a greeting, stepping in when the Aegis opens the door wider, and then looks over at Kratos, making sure to wave at him, too.

Good morning, Lloyd mouths, plopping himself down on the floor, legs crossed underneath him.