With an involuntary groan, Albus presses a finger to another rune. The doll-boy stops in front of the table in an upright position, then snuggles up against Eyvind's back, his arms jerking around the broad shoulders. Scorpius would have expected anything; for the Draugr to break free of the artificial embrace by sheer force, or perhaps to burn the doll with a rune similar to Albus', but Eyvind merely frowns, takes a sip from his drinking horn and ignores it.