sorcieresque replied to your post “Arash is checking the halls of Ra and Proteus for disoriented...”
[Daisy watches him through her cracked door, nothing but damp darkness behind it. Like a horror movie demon, she catches his wrist in one of his back and forths. She tugs at him, but isn't strong enough to actually drag her into her room. She is strong enough to make him stumble back.] Murtaza, [she whispers, dramatic.] I am dying. [She pauses.] Why aren't you.
“Daisifer,” Arash whispers back, stumbling over the door frame without the daeva’s grace to help him. He tucks a stringy length of hair behind her ear. “You look terrible.”
The room is far gloomier than normal: humid, air thick and marshy like a hospital ward. He frowns at her, squinting in the dark to find her face. He can look people in the eye, now; he fully intends to make use of it. “What does it feel like?”
