Elio stands by the wall with his hood pulled low. Violet eyes briefly show through his black bangs. When the shadow at his toes rises into a small lump, rather than looking startled, he carefully extends his hand, palm down.
Bamtol slips behind the hem of Elio's robe to avoid the window light. Rather than using his back as a barrier, Elio shifts slightly to one side, leaving Bamtol some shade. The bell at the end of the corridor rings in a low tone.