Kurloz sits, half slumped on a counter, head rested in his arms. The husktop sits before him, screen glowing bright. His paint hasn't yet been put on, but he's alone and so he figures Messiahs will allow this of him as they have for however long he's been up. He's half tempted return to his own recuperacoon, try again for sleep, when the husktop gives the tell tale 'ding' of a new message. He sits upright suddenly and scrambles for the keyboard, typing fast.

TC: present am I what now types attendant for thee.
TC: what is to be of my brother in this moment?
TC: it is strange of he to wake with the dusk light.

He withholds, for now, typing in a smile.