[ String. A siren's token, Emilia had told him, on the wrists of those killed. The murders, then, perhaps they were done by a creature such as this? What of the motive? Revenge, perhaps, if they are indeed related (to whatever degree) to the mermaids Alem wiped out?
He glances aside as the parchment drifts to his shoulder, trying and failing to suppress a shiver as the weak flush of warmth passes over him. A barely perceptible nod is his response. Gratitude, as much as he can offer without acknowledging his own weakness more. ]
The string.
[ Soft, low, drawing Wangji's attention back to their scene. ]
White string was found on the wrists of the dead men.
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He glances aside as the parchment drifts to his shoulder, trying and failing to suppress a shiver as the weak flush of warmth passes over him. A barely perceptible nod is his response. Gratitude, as much as he can offer without acknowledging his own weakness more. ]
The string.
[ Soft, low, drawing Wangji's attention back to their scene. ]
White string was found on the wrists of the dead men.