He'd spent a year at home like this, or nearly, learning to hate stairs and doorknobs, discovering the wide world of often-scorned assistive devices. The Carnival's been a lot better in that regard, and anyway he has his peripheral now.

It's going to be trying to have that body out for an unknown period of days, to limit this one, to not have much contact between them. He'll have to be fine. They're not going to crash and burn because of something Julien did wrong. "Sure thing! I appreciate the offer. I'm a, uh, a soulbonded companion to myself?"