For someone who’s wandered into this area not all that long ago, the fact that he’s practically catatonic as he stands there staring at that flower doesn’t bode well. The Blight’s always been eager to spread, from what she’s observed, but this is something on a whole ‘nother level. The appearance of the roots and their blossoms all across the city really is heralding something much worse, by the look of things.
She’s suddenly feeling a lot less great about the fact that she and Zhongli were handling those things pretty casually. It hasn’t gone and bit them in the ass yet, but maybe it’s only a matter of time.
She slows a step, glancing back toward her companion.]
Don’t like that it’s working this fast now… He should be fine if he just got here, right?
[And yet… there’s that tell-tale creep of black across his hands. She can’t help but make comparisons to seeing splashes of black across patients' skin back home. It’s never a good sign. It’s no crystalline infection here, but no less dangerous for it.
As their approach draws them within 10 feet or so to the man, Gavial tries once more to nab his attention, cupping her hand up by her mouth to project her voice.]
Hey! C’mon, it’s not safe out here. You gotta—
[This time, it seems to get past whatever reverie he’d been trapped in. The man turns his head slowly to face them. Then, very carefully he raises his Blight-blackened hands and, deliberately and without hesitation, snaps off one of his little fingers.]
cw: self-harm
For someone who’s wandered into this area not all that long ago, the fact that he’s practically catatonic as he stands there staring at that flower doesn’t bode well. The Blight’s always been eager to spread, from what she’s observed, but this is something on a whole ‘nother level. The appearance of the roots and their blossoms all across the city really is heralding something much worse, by the look of things.
She’s suddenly feeling a lot less great about the fact that she and Zhongli were handling those things pretty casually. It hasn’t gone and bit them in the ass yet, but maybe it’s only a matter of time.
She slows a step, glancing back toward her companion.]
Don’t like that it’s working this fast now… He should be fine if he just got here, right?
[And yet… there’s that tell-tale creep of black across his hands. She can’t help but make comparisons to seeing splashes of black across patients' skin back home. It’s never a good sign. It’s no crystalline infection here, but no less dangerous for it.
As their approach draws them within 10 feet or so to the man, Gavial tries once more to nab his attention, cupping her hand up by her mouth to project her voice.]
Hey! C’mon, it’s not safe out here. You gotta—
[This time, it seems to get past whatever reverie he’d been trapped in. The man turns his head slowly to face them. Then, very carefully he raises his Blight-blackened hands and, deliberately and without hesitation, snaps off one of his little fingers.]