"What?"

The word's rhetorical; it just takes him a moment to realise he was being spoken to, and then he was shaking his head. "Oh, no, just. Too many things to think about and not enough head to cram them in."

And wasn't that the truth. He still wasn't convinced everything wouldn't evaporate away to green and a huge spider, but for now...

For now, the fire was warm.

"Do they call potions materia where you're from?"