[ the gnarled roots rise up from the ground beneath their feet, vines winding up like fingers to gently collect the fallen digit of Misa's hand. it is taken below the soil, vanishing from sight.
another set of roots have moved forward to collect the bloodied blade, dangling it as it rises to be placed in Kaeya's right hand; the roots squirming beneath his skin, the tendrils of vinery like sinew and muscle seizing his body encourage him to curl his fingers around it.
where Gen and Amos are held, the vines tighten uncomfortably, undulating disconcertingly. the Dryad speaks, a harsh, creaking whisper - and Kaeya's voice can be heard overlaid beside it: ]
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another set of roots have moved forward to collect the bloodied blade, dangling it as it rises to be placed in Kaeya's right hand; the roots squirming beneath his skin, the tendrils of vinery like sinew and muscle seizing his body encourage him to curl his fingers around it.
where Gen and Amos are held, the vines tighten uncomfortably, undulating disconcertingly. the Dryad speaks, a harsh, creaking whisper - and Kaeya's voice can be heard overlaid beside it: ]
Give...
[ it sends its next command through him. ]