[Something about the past. Something from home. Everyone has one.
His eyes widen, and then narrow as he thinks of the way the sand has blown across the ground out there. If something is tied to him, then...that could be very bad indeed.
Frowning, he leans in closer to the wound again. As he does, he reaches under his coat, to the hem of his black sweater. He would have to do this the mortal way.]
...If I touch the flowers, do you think they will spread to me?
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[Something about the past. Something from home. Everyone has one.
His eyes widen, and then narrow as he thinks of the way the sand has blown across the ground out there. If something is tied to him, then...that could be very bad indeed.
Frowning, he leans in closer to the wound again. As he does, he reaches under his coat, to the hem of his black sweater. He would have to do this the mortal way.]
...If I touch the flowers, do you think they will spread to me?