She does. Funny, how the half-blind amongst us can see things with far more clarity than those with full sight. Though I hardly count you as the half-blind, even if you meet the minimum requirements of that definition.

[ but the thought goes. kaveh gives daan's hand one more squeeze. he lets go, and makes to get up.

in the intervening thirty minutes, kaveh builds. not a home, not even a facsimile of one, but with enough structure that perhaps one can call it the barebones of a shelter. letterman jackets and table clothes, folded in neat parcels to create an upright couch made for two. finger food on plates and an entire bowl of punch next to a neat stack of cups, a trash receptacle stolen from the buffet's side to keep things neat. kaveh is in the middle of moving one of the large heat lamps from the buffet itself. it's meant for food, but it's warm, and even if it can't quite warm up a space, kaveh can warm little bundles of folded handtowels. he has four warming at a clip, and passes over one so that daan can hold it in his one good hand. ]

Hold this. Let me help you onto the cushion. It's not much more than table clothes and jackets, but it's better than sitting on the ground.