Daia

Daia cheerfully holds out his hand.

"It's nice to meet you. Thank you for having me."

Look, he may be injured, but he certainly hasn't forgotten all of his manners. Minus sitting sopping wet on a sofa.

And speaking of, he holds up his sleeve.

"So, was this because of you? Because if it's your blankets, you must tell me where you got them!"

Honestly, he hopes it's the blankets. They would be a must have when he finds somewhere to settle down.