Perhaps it's Meridian's influence, but there's real trust in his eyes.
He pricks his own finger, watching with morbid fascination how his blood has the consistency, and color, of sap. It makes him wonder, briefly, how much influence the Tree has on their physical forms.
He holds his hand out over Link's shard, allowing the blood to slowly drip onto it.]
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Perhaps it's Meridian's influence, but there's real trust in his eyes.
He pricks his own finger, watching with morbid fascination how his blood has the consistency, and color, of sap. It makes him wonder, briefly, how much influence the Tree has on their physical forms.
He holds his hand out over Link's shard, allowing the blood to slowly drip onto it.]