WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob had never been to any other worlds, although sometimes the city compared to Snowbound felt like one. Here, there was no lingering smog and the air was so clear. Of course, it would be if he didn't still smell smoke. Despite all the progress he made, that still lingered. It wasn't constant anymore but it was often enough to frustrate him. He wished he could just banish his hallucinations and his nightmares and all the terrible things that'd happened but he knew he couldn't do that. The recovery was process was long and he'd accepted the fact that he might never really get better. It might just be like it was now, where there were good days and bad days and he was forced to fight through the bad ones and treasure the good ones because he didn't know when they'd end. He knew that his legs in particular only had so long before they'd give out. He'd been collapsing more lately than he ever had before and he'd took longer every single day to get up and out of his cavern. He was lucky to have Harrison with him, who encouraged him to push himself further. He wasn't sure that was the best thing for his health but it made him go out and live the life he had.

Jacob had just been out on a walk, trying to stretch his decaying legs when he heard Melantha's voice. She sounded... aggressive but that wasn't new. She always seemed to be on guard, much like Killua. Jacob supposed he was too but in a more passive way. He was careful about what information he gave but he wasn't one to get ready for a fight. He didn't see much of a point to doing so seeing as he'd lose whatever fight he approached anyway. He came beside Mel and looked towards the stranger with a light smile. She didn't seem to be posing any kind of threat so he hoped to even our Mel's apprehension with his more gentle demeanor. However, his expression quickly turned to one of concern when he looked to her leg. "Actually, I can take care ah' tha' righ' now. Did ya' get in some kinda' fight before gettin' 'ere? M' name's Jacob, by the way," he asked, standing and moving closer to her hesitantly, unsure if she'd want him to start working on it immediately. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

Izuku had been human, once. It felt like a lifetime ago, honestly -- really, it'd just been what, four months? A lot was different, now, but at least he wasn't alone. He knew a few people from his home universe that'd come here, though the only one that was actually here was Aizawa. That was fine -- Izuku was fine as was.
And, well, technically Izuku isn't supposed to be out here. Weak, blinded, he kept on tripping and was ... probably very prone to getting attacked. But, well, Izuku was a stubborn, restless little thing, and he didn't like to listen to logic or orders or anything. Which is how Izuku finds himself doing his best to make his way over to the scene he hears somewhere over that way, preferably without tripping. He does get there eventually, movements clumsy as he takes a place ... somewhere near Jacob? Izuku isn't sure how big the gap is, but he's there.
"Welcome to Snowbound, N-Natasha!" The young Tenderfoot chirps, tail wagging as he does his very best to grin at the wolf. He fails in this endeavor, since he definitely can't see right now and he's barely facing the right direction as is. The attempt is still clear, however. Hearing Natasha say that nobody would believe her made him kind of ... upset, though. Not angry upset, just sad. He got the same feeling -- he wasn't able to talk about his past with anybody but Aizawa or Todoroki, when he'd still been around. His story was ... pretty bizarre, even keeping in mind everything about clan life. Izuku does not say as such, however, as that'd draw attention to him, and that's not what he needs in life right now. "I'm Izuku," Izuku adds somewhat belatedly, head tilting oddly. He'd probably offer to help Jacob, being a Tenderfoot, but, as Izuku must emphasize to himself pretty much every minute, he can't see. He barely even knows what wound everyone is talking about, and that's only from the smell of blood. It seems pretty nasty, based on blood alone, so he hopes she hasn't had the wound too terribly long.

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob listened to Natasha and was about to reply when he heard Izuku. His heart jumped in his chest and immediate worry covered the husky's features. "I thought ya' were restin', Izuku," it was impossible to hide the concern from Jacob's voice when he addressed the boy but he had to put his attention back to Natasha when he heard her response. He moved forward but then hesitated again before speaking, "Sorry, did ya' mean alright like 's alright tha' I take care ah' ya' or alright like you're alright n' ya' don' want me ta' bother with it? 'Cause I think ya' should at least get tha' patched up," he answered, feeling his face flush in embarrassment when he asked the question. Maybe he just hadn't been paying close enough attention to what she said. When she mentioned her backstory, he opened his mouth to respond before he heard Mel's response. It was a bit callous but Natasha didn't seem to want to share anything anyway. "Ya' can share as li'l or as much as ya' want," he assured the woman before pausing a moment and adding, "Also, I can show ya' back ta' our camp. Ya' shouldn' stay out in this cold for too long."  —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"