@poisonedvictory (From here)
The Basilisk watched as the other Specter walked around, observing from a distance. Usually he wouldn’t care less about other specters from other divisions, they represented nothing to him, however he had actually been stoped and chatted once so that changed him at least bit to Sylphid.
Watching the other go around all that sick was starting to make him nervous. If he were to pass out, would he be blamed by that? Since he didn’t do anything? He couldn’t risk.
“HEY! Don’t you think you should take a break or something?”
Breathing...had rarely felt so difficult like now. His naturally sense of balance was off, Cailean felt like he was burning up despite his armor being naturally cool and so was the Underworld's own usual temperature. As a Specter he should be unable to get sick, but as a loup-garou?...
A minor set back, he thought, his body had been slowed down but his current state would pass. Or he would drop dead for a while, either way.
When a voice called out to him, he spun around (a bit too fast, as he stumbled a bit on his feet when he did) to see the Basilisk was the source of the voice. He coughed before speaking to the younger Specter "Taking a break wouldn't change my condition, I'll wait it off."
Cailean said this as he swayed slightly in place.
