[ Sefton doesn't quite turn to face him, apparently drawing some strength from the fact that all he's giving is a turn of his head to stare at Chivy. He has a scarf, even without knowing anyone in the world and living in a land of dreams and lies and confusion, he found time for a scarf. (His hands clench in effort to not play with the ends and fidget.) There's nothing he can actually say in response to Chivy's greeting as he's currently fighting a lump in his throat and a shuddering to his frame.
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He nods, instead. ]