>>5285913>>5285554>>5285543>>5285572>>5285535>>5285526>>5285521>>5285518>Break from her to check on Noelle and Millicent."Yes, well.. take care of yourself." You wish the dhampir well the best you can as you stand.
“Mmmhmm.” The lady rolls her cut shoulder up and back.
You decide to perform a brief check-in for your wounded companions. The doll was only knocked unconscious, but the huntress was hacked across the chest and railed through the gut with an iron spike. You had thought the huntress a corpse by now, but it seems the doll’s more able than you thought. The pair rest a short distance away from the wolf’s body, along the edge of the hill.
You find the huntress supine atop a thin blanket, her head to the stars, while her aid sits just by her, a hand on her stomach. You take care to step over the bloody cruciform that lies in the flowers near them. “Ah–.. Alphonse.” Noelle glances back to you, her head high. “L–look at this!”
You peek over her shoulder, where you find that along her ball-joint knuckles crawl a gale of pale white sparks, flakes that dance up and along her nails and through into the girl’s guts.
“I.. think it’s magic.” She whispers, her porcelain alight with the gloss of sparks. “Magic to heal. I suppose.. it seems to come naturally to me.”
“...” Millicent glances up briefly to meet your gaze before she averts her eyes. “Why have you come?”
>Let her know you’re only checking in if she’s alright.>Ask what she plans to do now that Morne is dead, even if momentarily.>Write-In. 