Elsie had said so many words that, quite frankly, Chauhn didn't have the energy to argue with. If he were in his usual state of health, he would've been able to bargain for some substantial amount of work, but he had hardly enough energy to formulate a coherent sentence. Instead of pursuing the argument further, the boy gave a nod and set up his other arm on the table, forcing himself to be perched on one end so he could watch over the two young Phasmas. It wasn't long after he rearranged himself that Elsie swooped near and pushed a warm cup of tea into his hands. He looked up at her, his eyes red and moist from the sickness, and gave her his sweetest smile.

"Thank you, mum, really," he said, holding the cup closer to himself so he could feel the warm from the steam gather underneath his swollen neck, "Ahm good at watchin' over them, whot with Clurie bein so small 'n' all. Ahll keep a close eye on 'em, mum."

If Noel was being rude, Clurie certainly didn't notice it. After 'ooh'ing and 'aw'ing at the Phasmas' mock form of an arm, leaning forward to more closely observe it and prod at it's insubstantial shape, he let his grin slowly grow in glee. He tried to reach up to touch it, even leaning up onto the tips of his toes, so great was his curiosity. Instead of waiting for both Elsie's and Noel's conversations to stop, Clurie steamrolled ahead in quirky observations and questions.

"Cor! How brilliant is that? Fantastic, really!" he quipped, coming to terms with the fact that he was quite smaller than his kindred Phasmas, "Can you pick up things with it? Wait, did you already say that you can't use it well? Wait, wait, here's a better question! Can you pick up things with it? Hold on, did I already ask that?" Clurie, for a moment, seemed troubled by his flighty memory, but that's just what it was: flighty. He quickly forgot his concern and rolled on in discussion, giving a vivacious laugh, like a cackle of flames, when Noel asked about his eyes.

"Nah, I don't have eyes, well...I don't think I do...Wait!" assuring Noel with the fan of his hands, Clurie took a few steps to Chauhn, cupping his hands about his mouth, "Chauhn! Brother!"

Bleary and huddled over the warmth of the tea cup, Chauhn blinked at his Phasmas. "Wha' issit, Clurie?" he asked in a mumble.

"Do I have eyes?"

The boy gave a shake of his head, coupled with a concerned furrow of his brows, "No. You don't. Not right now."

"Oh okay," Clurie said. He was mostly satisfied with his answer, though, still someone confused on it. His gut said that it was only partly right, but his head said that it was entirely false. He wasn't sure if he even had HAD eyes at one time or another. If he was like Chauhn before he died, then wouldn't that mean he had eyes? And if he was going to become Chauhn's little brother, since he couldn't rightly become anything else, or so he thought, wouldn't that mean that he would have eyes eventually? Clurie didn't know. He was intensely confused by the time he returned to standing before Noel, and when he looked up, he immediately cheered and forgot the whole thing.

"Oh yes," he said in response to Noel's question, "That's my brother! Chauhn Clemmings, that's his name, it is. He is a good brother. He loves me very much and I love him. We're all we have!" And despite the dreariness of the facts, he remained joyful nonetheless. Twisting his hat back so that the bill didn't get in the way of trying to view his taller relative, Clurie gave a curt whistle. "Gee, you sure are rather tall. I bet you can run really fast!"