He's sore, another headache is already settling in just after the last one had finally eased, and a chill sweeps straight up his spine the moment he comes to. He does a quick, almost frenetic sweep of his surroundings as clarity hits him all at once. Good to know the church manages to suck no matter where you end up. Catholics… ]
Still think you should be going about this alone?
[ He doesn't think Thorns will give him a proper answer, but the point begs re-emphasis. He's pressing the ring into Thorns' hand. ]
admittedly, it would have been easier to deal with if they did get physically attacked. and while thorns is generally used to hearing whispers at the back of his mind, this was something different compared to the usual aegir related nightmares.
also he doesn't want to admit elysium was right. so there's that. ]
Ideally, Thorns keeps the ring and uses it for himself, but Elysium can settle for it going to someone who would genuinely need it and is otherwise unused to getting injured. ]
No, but the church itself wasn't the same as it was the first time I checked it out either. How are you feeling…?
[ it is difficult to explain how he's feeling because if is not something that he normally experiences. he's also not sure if he wants to talk about it in case it goes away like the other odd sensations from their investigation did. ]
I can find someone to check up on you. There seemed to be a couple of us who are actual healers.
[ And while doing that, he can figure out the source of this unsettling feeling is. It doesn't feel right to drag Thorns into this paranoia that he can't quite put a finger on. ]
The manor's just east from here. We head there, hope the people we're looking for happen to be around, and if not I'll figure it out?
[ Elysium would like it if he were to stop looking. While the source of the staring does not seem to come from Thorns, it feels as if it gets worse when he does?
He'd normally be touched by the gesture and make a big deal of it, but Thorns could really stand to be a bit farther away. Even so, he catches up, takes Thorns by the shoulders, spins him around, and pushes him forward.
They are not talking about any of this because he realises how weird it is… ]
[ it's extremely weird, and yet thorns feels better at the contact even if it doesn't seem to be for the best of reasons.
at the very least, it does not take long for them to reach their destination. the bad news is that there doesn't appear to be anyone else around, considering this is a private thread in an inbox. ]
Your symptoms could end up hitting you later like mine did.
[ He fidgets where he stands, worry for Thorns outweighing his instinct to crawl out of his own skin. His gaze drops as he rummages through his pockets for his compact. ]
once again, he wants to say don't worry about it, but the thought of sending elysium away gives him pause. it's already bad enough that they haven't run into anyone else yet. ]
I don't have to, but you'll end up coming along with me anyway?
[ i have no idea how these compacts send texts but apparently they're capable of it, so he's distracted for an extra few seconds typing away. or maybe it's text-to-speech, either way—
He is calling for reinforcements… He re-pockets his compact, but he's still blatantly ignoring making eye contact, eyes glued to their toes. ]
Mm. If I'm being honest with you, I'm not doing great myself. I don't remember the last time I actually slept. But do you think you can do me a favour…?
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