"He's finally recovered!" His father seemed to get ten years younger when he saw the struggling Arc. In his shock and excitement he ended up dropping the bowl, which shattered on the floor. Staining the already drab gray an uglier shade of yellow. Jamie didn't seem to mind though as he rushed towards Arcturis to pick him up and coddle him. "You're finally healthy! Such a strong little boy could only be my child." He rubbed his face against Arc's, completely unaware that he would be unable to stand even one more spoonful of it.
His embrace was not as uncomfortable as it was previously, his father clearly being more gentle now that he had calmed down. He maintained this situation for a long time, taking in the feel, smell, and presence of his kin in attempt to ingrain this moment into his memory forever. He eventually stopped when Arc - who had been playing along after his victory - started to get uncomfortable and fidget around. Father dearest took this to mean that his diaper needed changing, and immediately got to work making his darling boy clean. This time, after his filth was removed, he was no longer force fed and put to sleep but instead taken outside of the room for the first time.
What greeted him was a small hall with three doors and a stairwell down. One of the doors was at the end of the hall, with the other two staggered on opposing sides. If one were to be coming up the stairs, the room he was occupying was on the left side of the hall.
His father took a right turn and headed downstairs with him, emerging in a living room that was the polar opposite of his own. The room was well lit with several objects that looked like lanterns adorning walls and one substantially bigger one hanging in the center over a table that looked like it might seat six. The table itself was wooden with a deep crimson hue and an shine to it that indicated the care that was taken for it. The chairs for it matched and there was a suspiciously large chest in the corner that was made of the same material. The wooden walls were painted with a magnificent cyan while the doors were painted red and their frames a bright yellow. The ceiling was a standard white while the floor had black carpets, any uncovered areas being a pale green stone with brown mortar.
"Welcome home buddy." His father whispered, afraid of upsetting the baby. "This is what your mother left for us." His bright mood darkened when he mentioned this, clearly in pain over the loss of his beloved. "We'll have to work hard to take care of it!" He perked back up and gave Arc a peck on the forehead.
Despite this man's horrific emotional instability, Arc couldn't bring himself to find fault in him. He genuinely liked his presence, although his torture of him for days on end gave him pause on his assumption.
"Now that you are awake I am going to have to get Zerrin again aren't I." he sighed, clearly dreading something. "I wonder if I should take you with me or leave you with Breda." He placed Arc on the table, sitting upright (a feat only possible due to Arc's determination to complete his environment check), where he was able to see the other half of the room. A brown sofa made of the leather of some unlucky animal was positioned facing a small fireplace made of the same stones as the floor, though they were blackened by soot. Next to the fireplace was a door that led to what could barely pass as a kitchen. It used the fireplace to heat the oven and did not seem to have very many other utensils for cooking. It was made of stone in order to prevent any unfortunate accidents from occurring.
Opposite the kitchen and right in front of the stairs was a door that lead outside. There were only three windows on this bottom floor, one next to the door and one on each wall excluding the kitchen walls, meaning that most of the light was supplied by those lamps. However a look outside of those windows showed that this humble abode was not located in a town or village as one might assume a house to be located, but was instead in the middle of a forest clearing, surrounded by greens, browns, and the red of a few wild flowers.
It was as he was coming to appreciate and examine this beautiful scene that his father came to an answer to his preponderance.
"Zerrin would definitely scold me for bringing Arc along. I will leave him with Breda. She is good at this sort of thing anyway."