[Hector watches, rigid but relieved, as Isaac dons his cloak. That much comfort, at least, he will have against the chill.]
My time is my own, to be spent how I will.
[He grumbles, and makes to brush past Isaac and head for the pond when Isaac begins to cough.
Slight though it it, Hector rushes close, visions of internal bleeding and punctured lungs in his mind. He gets a breath of the spores as he clasps Isaac by the shoulders and leans close to study his face for signs of distress in the darkness.]
What...? Isaac, go back inside....this air is foul this night....
[Even as he speaks, he begins to lose focus on his words.]
no subject
My time is my own, to be spent how I will.
[He grumbles, and makes to brush past Isaac and head for the pond when Isaac begins to cough.
Slight though it it, Hector rushes close, visions of internal bleeding and punctured lungs in his mind. He gets a breath of the spores as he clasps Isaac by the shoulders and leans close to study his face for signs of distress in the darkness.]
What...? Isaac, go back inside....this air is foul this night....
[Even as he speaks, he begins to lose focus on his words.]