T'tell you the truth, I honestly dunno. When I was...that bad off, I don't think I ever once ate or drank. I can't even remember.

[He had to have been subsisting off pure spite or the Creature's influence or something, to be completely tethered to the Lighthouse this entire time.

Adrian shakes his head a little, rubbing at his face again with one of his free hands.]

I guess...if you can spare any, that's fine. But if not, don't worry 'bout it either. I've survived this long, I'll figure it out.

[And then he glances up, his claws falling back down into his lap again. He truly is a bug-person, even moreso now than Vash is. His wings are huge despite the way they're folded against his back, and his antennae are long and fluffy, though currently matted down a bit by the rain. His body is still unfortunately covered in black thorns, so...might be best that people don't get too near him on principle.]

Even if I could leave this place...I can't. I ain't gonna just leave the cove unguarded.