Attikias had been well and truly involved with his work, but he was a little exhausted after his ascension- and an ascension it was, huh? He put it to the back of his mind by doing what he did best- making little carvings, this time of the little creature he'd tried to save from Emuh's maze. Who knew if they were false or not? Were they made specifically for that?
The caves were rather cruel, he'd concluded, with his head on his left bicep and his right hand twisting around the figurine in the light. Maybe he should paint this one..?
A yelp cut through his thoughts, and Attikias jumped, figuring someone'd fallen to one of their sibling's pranks or tripped or something. But- oh, dear, a stranger, rubbing at their nose-- had they touched the fire? Alertness swelled in Attikias, his tiredness wholly forgotten as he swept forward, gathering up a bundle of moss that'd grown nearby. It was quickly dunked in some stale water from a jar- jungle temperature, but anything would be good.
"Hold still!" He carried the sopping plant in both hands and rushed to Bayo's side, landing on his knees and kneeling before the coyena. "Here- are you okay? Wash your nose- it might not be cold, but it's better than the fire," he offered with both words and moss, putting the plant between the two of them. Worriedly, he watched the stranger, tail flicking fast behind him.
"I'm sorry about the fire. It um- it's hot."
Nice work, captain obvious.
@Bayo
Attikias held the moss steady as Bayo pressed his nose in. There- that would be better. Attikias snorted with humor at the acknowledgement that it was hot. "It's fire. Some people can make it with their magic," he explained gently, settling down on the ground. "But, it's okay that you didn't know what it was. And it's not really in many places unless people're are around, anyways."
He settled back and laid the moss down when Bayo introduced himself. "Canis, huh? That's a long way! I'm Attikias Elenya- two words, but Attik is okay, if that's easier." He hummed as he smiled, placing his hands on his knees. "This is Eridanus. Pisces is nearby- it's the room with waterfalls, if you were gonna keep exploring." Would Bayo want to go home after this expedition, or would he be going everywhere? "Cetus is nearby too-" he began as Bayo looked around- "it's a bit of a swamp? You can get a lot of bug bites there."
He was quiet, though, as Bayo searched. Did he lose something..? His eyes trailed after the coyena, and he drew his arms closer when he turned back around to the elf. "Ahh-" He scooted forward, walking on his knees with his hand out to take the bag- if it was offered back. "Fingers! Yeah. I can fix that, but-- it might break again... Do you want me to put a stronger strap on it, maybe..?"
He had some buckles he'd got from Dip, at least, but it might be hard for Bayo to adjust them with just paws. It'd be good to put one on the strap, though, in case he'd need adjustments later... Attikias made a small note of consideration as he looked at the edges of the full bag.
Yeah, he could work with this.
@Bayo
The elf hummed out with a laugh as he nodded to Bayo. "They're even bigger than that, if you'd believe it." His tone was low and near conspiratorial as he leaned in. There was a lot, but, "I bet you could find out all about them, though. And then you can tell everyone else what it was like, huh?" He drew back with a wink and a chuckle, planting his palms on his thighs.
"The string was a strap," he'd instructed, pointing down to its loose ends. "A strap is anything you use to hold it up- a string isn't a really good one if it's really thin and a bag's heavy." He rocked up to his feet and stepped closer to his workbench, rummaging for a few leather strips made of scraps of other projects.
He dipped his head back. "Of course you can watch. Here, get on the stool-" and he'd reached under the table to pull out his own stool, large enough for Bayo to sit on. "It's easier to have something elevated, so you don't hurt your back. Or- I guess it wouldn't hurt, if you laid down, but you can't move your arms very well." He'd stepped around the table as he spoke, taking a few tools in hand. A small strip would be needed- "Do you want to let this hang off your shoulders, or do you want a harness- a uh, something to go across your chest, so you can put things there?" One hand lifted up to his own shirt and tugged at the edge in example, nodding with the question. "I can make it so you can hook the bag on, I think, and I've already made one before for someone your shape, so it shouldn't be so hard."
Actually- he'd probably make one even if he didn't ask. He liked making harnesses. Something Bayo could slip on and off, maybe, so it'd have to be loose- no buckles. He gave a careful glance over the coyena as he pulled a few thicker strips closer, his sewing needle at the ready for Bayo's answer.
@Bayo (it didn't tag :( )
Giggle's name struck a chord in the back of Attikias's mind- did he know her? She must've been at the Mother invasion. Huh. He stowed that information away, recognizing the hyena in him a bit. Meanwhile- "I haven't had my bones read," he said, shaking his head. "Is that like-- what do they tell you?" He leaned over, tilting his head in curiousity. Maybe he had to stop by sometime.
He drummed his hands against the table as Bayo asked his question. "Essentially, yeah. They can be okay straps if the bag's lighter, or anything." He leaned in a little more, resting his elbows on the table. He twisted down a little to look over the table at where Bayo gestured, though, pinpointing that in his mind. "Nah, I'll be fine," he said after a second. "I'll make it so you can slip it on and off."
He tucked in his arms and straightened back up, reaching for his bone sewing needle and the straps, eyeing out a loop for Bayo's neck. Something like that? He stretched out the strap in place and measured it by eye, frowning. "I gather stuff to make things with, and the rest of my family lives here. Probably have some bones you could have?" He nodded to the coyena, his mind elsewhere. He couldn't get it like this. Making his way around the table, Attikias looked to Bayo, thinking- "Can I come around and meas-"
And he slid on a slick leaf, smashing his face into the table. There was a loud SMACK! as his forehead hit, splitting open and letting out red blood. "Shit--" He hissed in, pulling back up and touching his head. "Guh. I'm fine." He blinked hard, and shook his head, looking down at Bayo.
"Right. Do you mind if I measure you a little, to make sure it'll be comfortable?" He held up the strap with one hand, the other stopping the blood. "Or-- after I fix up this." He chuckled, pulling away his hand and looking at the blood. Yeah, that'll sting later.
@Bayo