Croix nodded. “Alright. Don’t worry, we’ll help you.” He picked up the pace, just quick enough to be noticeable, but he made sure the other two wouldn’t struggle to keep up. “My name is Croix, by the way.”

“Devon,” he responded instantly, mostly out of habit. He went to give a lazy half-wave... and ended up having to lean on Croix for support. He sighed. “I’m really not always this bad,” he joked with a lopsided, sheepish half-smile.