Sawtooth Spire how to make a homemade mummy: get a corpse, get gauze, get comfy

since @Thade was just a cameo, archiving!

phaedra watched her brother with a diehard football lover's empassioned intensity on superbowl sunday, hoping he would have better luck than she at dislodging their nest parasite. 
unfortunately for the bo, thade and phaedra were about a week or so away from acquiring that crucial emotional milepost called empathy. even then, the imprint had been made, and empathy for the written-in-the-stars malevolvent presence currently enjoying their hearthside crumbled like soda crackers between a tiny clenched fist.
at present, the extent she could say for his intergalactic spiritual yokes was that he had a great resemblance to the gas giant uranus. 
to her unamusement, thade was, as ever, too enamoured with sleep to complete the job. phaedra tracked her gaze wwith him, an unimpressed look glazed over her eyes that said really? as he flopped into a heap and shook hands with the sandman. a hush fell over the den and a yawn split phaedra's maw. she tried to shake the sleepies off her eyes, but her lids drooped like anvils on a rope. no amount of willpower could pull that weight back up once it'd started to fall. 
drowsily, grumpily, the child ambled over to thade's side and curled around him like an ending parenthesis and slumped her neck over his own, falling asleep toot sweet.