( he simply wheezes as he's jostled and carried one armed, wondering if he ever had regained enough dignity to be losing it now. unlikely, he decides. a nice thought though. )
Still scuttles. Far as I can tell.
( he coughs, wiping at his mouth, ignoring the trickle of blood that follows. bad blood, not lung impact, for which he hopes lan zhan doesn't become aware regardless. he's Fine. )
Very difficult for me to feel right now.
( he's that drained. this time an undead soldier lumbers at them from the side, visible enough he says nothing, though the ice bat that follows almost gets a meep out of him. )
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Still scuttles. Far as I can tell.
( he coughs, wiping at his mouth, ignoring the trickle of blood that follows. bad blood, not lung impact, for which he hopes lan zhan doesn't become aware regardless. he's Fine. )
Very difficult for me to feel right now.
( he's that drained. this time an undead soldier lumbers at them from the side, visible enough he says nothing, though the ice bat that follows almost gets a meep out of him. )