[Slanina for him, brought all this way? The only thing funnier to him in this moment is the thought of Hector burying the fatty cut of meat with him for neither of them to have, so fitting that he can't help the chuckle rattling his throat.
He's either gone numb or that fairy of Hector's is bathing him in waves of healing energy; it's hard to tell which, and cracking open his eyes to find out is too much of an effort. He lets Hector keep his hand in his, feeling like it isn't a part of his body at all, but someone else's.]
No. ...And I suspect that many among them... have burned to ashes.
[And, at last, there's the leathery snap he's been listening for as Crimson swoops into the darkness, seeking him. It touches down lightly and folds its wings, eyes glowing like burning lumps of coal set in its skull as it picks its way over the cave floor and moves to him, offering a warbling sort of greeting as it nuzzles the hand Isaac blindly holds out to it. Its slitted nostrils flare and he feels the gentle heat of its breath through the palm of his glove. It hasn't much energy to pass along - larger prey must be few and far between tonight - but it's something, adding to the cool, tingling sensation already sweeping through him.]
crimson's deadly absorb is and will always be a lousy skill /huff
He's either gone numb or that fairy of Hector's is bathing him in waves of healing energy; it's hard to tell which, and cracking open his eyes to find out is too much of an effort. He lets Hector keep his hand in his, feeling like it isn't a part of his body at all, but someone else's.]
No. ...And I suspect that many among them... have burned to ashes.
[And, at last, there's the leathery snap he's been listening for as Crimson swoops into the darkness, seeking him. It touches down lightly and folds its wings, eyes glowing like burning lumps of coal set in its skull as it picks its way over the cave floor and moves to him, offering a warbling sort of greeting as it nuzzles the hand Isaac blindly holds out to it. Its slitted nostrils flare and he feels the gentle heat of its breath through the palm of his glove. It hasn't much energy to pass along - larger prey must be few and far between tonight - but it's something, adding to the cool, tingling sensation already sweeping through him.]