Marius woke up in his own body sometime in the middle of the morning, thankfully. He'd let himself have a few hours to readjust from his child's mentality, wincing at some of the memories (mistaking a stranger for his grandfather, fleeing a cop on the back of Flavia's bicycle, etc) and savoring some of the others (Dorian magically healing his knee, Eleanor being lovely to him, Rat giving him clothes, feeding him, reading to him, etc).

After a lengthy shower and a breakfast he barely tasted, he'd decided to go for a walk. The fresh air would do him good, he thinks, grabbing a light jacket to throw on as he makes his way towards the park.

He's walking at a steady pace, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, when he hears a familiar voice and the blunt sound of an object getting tossed aside.

"Rat?" He calls out, turning the corner to find the other man visibly upset next to some sort of crystal ball. Marius hurries his strides, craving to be at the other man's side. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"