He still sniffs here and there, eyes and face still puffy from crying -that he still feels like he might do again at any moment from the sheer amount of slingshotting emotions he's been dealing with in a too short amount of time. Tavros curls himself against Gamzee's side in a more familiar way than he would usually. Hesitantly at first, but he relaxes into it soon enough.

"He, uh... won't need food, for a while. Snakes don't eat all that often. And maybe, next time we get to go to Hogsmead, I'll get him a small trunk, and make it a place for him to live, using magic. Since we have to keep him hidden."