Hey, it can't hurt to ask. I've slept in worse places.
[Besides, this cell is...questionably cozy, if drafty. Maybe it would get cramped with two people and a spirit, but that's something they'd have to face later.
Cal isn't an exorcist, though, so he's unsure what step to take next aside from touching anything in this place. He comes to the same conclusion Merrin does, with there being no obvious signs of distress. So, while she gives him a break and calls out to the spirit, Cal kneels on the ground and closes his eyes as if meditating. And, in a way, he is. Spirits don't reside in the physical world, right? He might have better luck reaching out with the Force.
Or something.]
My name's Cal. This is Merrin.
[Introductions seem like the courteous thing to do, especially since they're the guests here. Though does this cell technically still belong to a dead monk? Ah, that can get into some tricky ethical territory. Not Cal's strong suit.
He waits for a few moments, ears straining for any audible answer or any indication from Merrin that their spirit friend has appeared. He waits. But just when it seems they'll have to try a different tactic, a cold not-quite-breeze blows across his forearm, setting his hair on end. It is followed by a sort of sniffling noise, as if someone were crying at a distance.
Kind of creepy, but Cal isn't going to get scared off by that.]
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[Besides, this cell is...questionably cozy, if drafty. Maybe it would get cramped with two people and a spirit, but that's something they'd have to face later.
Cal isn't an exorcist, though, so he's unsure what step to take next aside from touching anything in this place. He comes to the same conclusion Merrin does, with there being no obvious signs of distress. So, while she gives him a break and calls out to the spirit, Cal kneels on the ground and closes his eyes as if meditating. And, in a way, he is. Spirits don't reside in the physical world, right? He might have better luck reaching out with the Force.
Or something.]
My name's Cal. This is Merrin.
[Introductions seem like the courteous thing to do, especially since they're the guests here. Though does this cell technically still belong to a dead monk? Ah, that can get into some tricky ethical territory. Not Cal's strong suit.
He waits for a few moments, ears straining for any audible answer or any indication from Merrin that their spirit friend has appeared. He waits. But just when it seems they'll have to try a different tactic, a cold not-quite-breeze blows across his forearm, setting his hair on end. It is followed by a sort of sniffling noise, as if someone were crying at a distance.
Kind of creepy, but Cal isn't going to get scared off by that.]
Did you get that, Merrin?