[ Basch notices the eyes on him, and he doesn't quite resist the need to look away. He must be unsettling to look at, a reminder of the monster he is. But Olivine's seen worse, and he isn't going to send the Priest away if he doesn't want to.
He's just braced for being left. It's the only rational way this ends.
He does nod though. It's...nice not to hurt so badly. And gods help him, to not be alone. It will hurt worse, next time, but right now he doesn't care. ]
Whatever you're doing is helping thus far.
[ Against resisting the urge to scratch at his large, furred ears. One swivels, catching some sound in the distance, then both flatten in concern in displeasure at the sound of villagers, furthered by how embarrassed he is at these emotions being on display in such a grotesque way. ]
This way. [ Toward quiet, into the forest. Where he belongs. ]
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Date: 2024-04-30 07:44 pm (UTC)He's just braced for being left. It's the only rational way this ends.
He does nod though. It's...nice not to hurt so badly. And gods help him, to not be alone. It will hurt worse, next time, but right now he doesn't care. ]
Whatever you're doing is helping thus far.
[ Against resisting the urge to scratch at his large, furred ears. One swivels, catching some sound in the distance, then both flatten in concern in displeasure at the sound of villagers, furthered by how embarrassed he is at these emotions being on display in such a grotesque way. ]
This way. [ Toward quiet, into the forest. Where he belongs. ]