muto mentem
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The cleric shot a look at Fen. "Yes, I've already got 'dying backwards' on the list. It's just that according to everything I've ever known about 'dying backwards,' this isn't supposed to be how it works. Weeks late? With no trigger, except that we dug him out of the ground? Over the course of several minutes?"
What?
I just said he'd been repaired--
A hint of exasperation crept into her voice, joining the jumble of other emotions already present there.
"Dzwonyr," she was very careful to pronounce his name properly, "nobody knows how any of this works. I'm as close to an expert as you're going to find. If I can't tell you what's going on here, the Protectorate woman won't be able to either." And she didn't want to be away if the corpse started changing again. He'd done his own medical examination of the corpse, too, not content with her own admittedly-scatterbrained appraisal. And he kept trying to give her instructions. It was like he didn't trust her anymore. Which was stress she didn't need, under present circumstances.
But--well, they'd been traveling together for ages. Half her life. Months, at least. They'd grown to trust each other in that time, she'd thought. Surely it couldn't be that. A strange person, who Dzwonyr had determined was a magic user, showing up at the same time this happened? Hadn't she been trying to leave, when they'd headed out back? Maybe she'd done something.
"I'll go get her," she said, shame-faced. Her voice had softened considerably. She'd been jealous. How embarrassing. "But if--something changes, about him, shout? Please?"
She ducked back through the door, past the firbolg and the annoying little rodent creature.
"New girl?” She was looking directly at Aleyah, who, hopefully, still had her hand on the door. “Get out here; Dwzonyr wants your opinion on a corpse."
"Get the mage out here, then. "
What?
"He looks preserved. Something magical."
I just said he'd been repaired--
A hint of exasperation crept into her voice, joining the jumble of other emotions already present there.
"Dzwonyr," she was very careful to pronounce his name properly, "nobody knows how any of this works. I'm as close to an expert as you're going to find. If I can't tell you what's going on here, the Protectorate woman won't be able to either." And she didn't want to be away if the corpse started changing again. He'd done his own medical examination of the corpse, too, not content with her own admittedly-scatterbrained appraisal. And he kept trying to give her instructions. It was like he didn't trust her anymore. Which was stress she didn't need, under present circumstances.
But--well, they'd been traveling together for ages. Half her life. Months, at least. They'd grown to trust each other in that time, she'd thought. Surely it couldn't be that. A strange person, who Dzwonyr had determined was a magic user, showing up at the same time this happened? Hadn't she been trying to leave, when they'd headed out back? Maybe she'd done something.
"I'll go get her," she said, shame-faced. Her voice had softened considerably. She'd been jealous. How embarrassing. "But if--something changes, about him, shout? Please?"
She ducked back through the door, past the firbolg and the annoying little rodent creature.
"New girl?” She was looking directly at Aleyah, who, hopefully, still had her hand on the door. “Get out here; Dwzonyr wants your opinion on a corpse."