[Dazed and growing increasingly ill right along with the humans of frailer constitution, it takes L a moment to recognize his Bonded's approach, and even his presence once he's addressed.
His eyes are fevered and hollow as the meet the Naga's; he sees the truth there before he sees it on the rapidly darkening veins on the back of his own hand.
He lowers it to his side; they're on the same horrifying page.]
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His eyes are fevered and hollow as the meet the Naga's; he sees the truth there before he sees it on the rapidly darkening veins on the back of his own hand.
He lowers it to his side; they're on the same horrifying page.]
Higher ground...
[But there's not a point, now, is there?]
Somewhere away from people. You...
[He shakes his head, dismayed.]
You need to get away from here.