[ Not the Paintress, then. And that's...a more chilling thought than she's wanted to consider. What in her world could be more powerful than the entity capable of destroying them all? The flicker of fear is all-encompassing for a moment, terrible, a weighted stone in her stomach. ]
Other things took priority first.
[ Food, shelter. Recovering from a near concussion and the host of other injuries she had when she arrived covered in muck and blood. It's so much easier to think of what's necessary, the next step, than to consider the looming dread that is reality. She'd done enough of that on this expedition.
But now... Now she has to think of it. Death is no longer something she fears. But this? ]
I could be grateful you're stuck here as well.
[ Could. She isn't, though. It just makes the reality so much more horrifying, that something was so powerful to drag both of them through to...who knows where, in defiance of whatever laws hold their world together. She can find small relief that if he's here with her, then whomever's been left behind has a real advantage now.
She could harp on it. But there's no point, is there? He's not being openly hostile and she doesn't want to start a fight she knows she'll lose - and with too many people as collateral close by. Instead, she cants her head, curious now, her eyes assessing. He's calm (always calm, when she's seen him) but she can't help but suspect this is just as irritating and alarming to him too. ]
There's no trace of her here, is there? [ It's not said out of fear, only curiosity. If anyone would have some connection back...wouldn't it be him? ] No trail to go back.
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Other things took priority first.
[ Food, shelter. Recovering from a near concussion and the host of other injuries she had when she arrived covered in muck and blood. It's so much easier to think of what's necessary, the next step, than to consider the looming dread that is reality. She'd done enough of that on this expedition.
But now... Now she has to think of it. Death is no longer something she fears. But this? ]
I could be grateful you're stuck here as well.
[ Could. She isn't, though. It just makes the reality so much more horrifying, that something was so powerful to drag both of them through to...who knows where, in defiance of whatever laws hold their world together. She can find small relief that if he's here with her, then whomever's been left behind has a real advantage now.
She could harp on it. But there's no point, is there? He's not being openly hostile and she doesn't want to start a fight she knows she'll lose - and with too many people as collateral close by. Instead, she cants her head, curious now, her eyes assessing. He's calm (always calm, when she's seen him) but she can't help but suspect this is just as irritating and alarming to him too. ]
There's no trace of her here, is there? [ It's not said out of fear, only curiosity. If anyone would have some connection back...wouldn't it be him? ] No trail to go back.