“What do you want from me?” he asks this not-Yuuri, watching the slide of the seaweed cascade over the creature’s bony shoulders. It tilts its head curiously and steps forward, and Viktor backs up towards the railing of the deck, fingers scrabbling at cast iron. His feet have gone numb; he wants nothing more than the chance to return to the warmth of the tower.
After reading the newest Fisherman’s Knot chapter by @scribefindegil I knew I had to draw Ford being snuggly and warm somewhere. The poor floof owl needs all the hot chocolate and cuddles. Stan is reading a letter from Mabel, and Nuala decides Ford is rather comfy to lean against as she eats her cookies.