Week 1, Thursday - Ion the Nicer

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[It's nearly time, and Sandalphon has long retired to the room he shares with Ion. His back to the door, he sits on the edge of the bed in a forward slouch. A small but noticeable number of beautiful white feathers line the floor here and there. When he hears the telltale sounds of someone's—Ion's—entering the room, he poses a question without looking up.]

Do you see anything?