The crutch is a cold replacement for a human friend, but he can make it work. Tybalt grins, momentarily delighted by this new toy. He balances it in front of him, leveraging it to hop along the ground in wide swings after Winter as soon as she mobilizes him. He’s something of an idiot, perhaps, but Tybalt isn’t stupid-stupid. The girl’s long hair and lilting voice are deeply familiar. He hopes it’s who he thinks. She’d hate being trapped right now.

“Could be.” He comes to a rest near the frozen Aris, contemplating. He’s new to all this. “So what, you just take it?”

Tybalt doesn’t wait for an answer, and does in fact just reach out to tear the bear mask from his dream-friend’s face.