"He's okay enough to get around in that chair, at least. I found him sound asleep in it earlier. I carried him over to a bed, but he's still sleeping. Must be exhausted." Not that he could really blame Clive, of course. No doubt it was hard work, trying to get up and down stairs in a squeaky chair.

"Can't imagine him sittin' there with a seam ripper," said Heiji, reaching over to grab a piece so he could start sewing things on, too. "Anything else you want to stick on him?"