As Amadan explained his predicament, it became more and more apparent to Draenai just how separate from the spider was the man himself. Unlike the Hex'ras, whose two halves were fused seamlessly, Amadan's were split apart. How harmoniously they interacted had yet to be seen, but from the sound of things, he doubted there was much harmony to be had between them. Particularly if the curse was new.<br/><br/>Drae knew little of Romani curses, but he knew arachnids, and he knew that they did not generally interact well with others. The Hex'ras lived in colonies out of self-preservation, owing to the general hatred of their kind by the outside world, but they were solitary in nature, just like their eight-legged counterparts. Spiders hunted on their own, fended for themselves, looked out only for their best interest. The wandering spider joined with Amadan's body was no different.<br/><br/>Even its voice was different as it transmitted into Drae's mind. Well-spoken. Bold. Had Drae not known better, he might have looked for someone else in the room. Did Amadan know that the spider had thoughts of its own? For the moment, he decided not to respond until he knew for sure. The spider knew how to talk with him if it needed to.<br/><br/>"You want to learn how to live with the spider," the Hex'ras thought aloud, trying to put himself in Amadan's position to determine just what he was hoping for. "To learn about him. You want to understand him, so that you can co-exist." It made sense, at least. Without someone to help him learn to embrace the arachnid, the man would likely self-destruct. Drae was not a man prone to commit many acts of goodness, but with one of his own kind floundering about in the surf before him, how could he not pull him out before he drowned?<br/><br/>Moving out from behind the counter, the Hex'ras regarded the man curiously for a time, silent as he observed his work, before at last conceding with a nod of his head. "Very well," he agreed. "You may stay here. Only until you've sorted yourself out." Glancing thoughtfully toward the door leading upstairs to his apartment, he reached up, idly running a hand through his back-length hair. "I'm sure I can make up a bed for you somewhere. In return, I'll have you fix up the place. Maybe run the occasional errand. Is that fair?"