[ Ratio is a little afraid of the answer. He’s concerned about Aventurine making his way back to the rest of his fellows and getting himself into more trouble, revealing his hand and suffering because of it. The last thing he wants, he realises, is Aventurine ending up twisted up in some other game, the kind in which the doctor is not able to help with.

For all his wisdom and intelligence there is only so much he can do.

Eyes dart over the other man before he looks away, expression sharp. Shy. Embarrassed, perhaps. ]

You are welcome to stay here. I have a guest room, and it has been empty for some time. Consider it yours, for as long as you wish, though I’d request you not overstay your welcome.

[ Ratio watches the chip, eyes tracing it, before he sighs softly and looks away. ]

I have no reason to report your arrival to anyone, as it stands.