[Liem barely even hears Abel, intent as he is on watching the slow well and then trickle of blood seeping from the crack on his finger. Is… is his entire arm like that? His legs? How much of his body has been turned to fragile, unyielding clay? The shock of it nudges his mind further out of the fog consuming it, bringing him for a short time closer to lucidity.]
Resting won’t turn my arm back to flesh.
[If anything, it seems more likely he’d just sink back down into his dreaming, losing himself completely as his body turned into little more than a statue. Liem looks back up at the face of the man who’s carrying him and finds the face of a complete stranger. His senses have returned enough for him to say with certainty that he has never seen this person before in his life. He takes a moment to fully register this fact.]
Who are you? What are you doing out here at this time of night?
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Resting won’t turn my arm back to flesh.
[If anything, it seems more likely he’d just sink back down into his dreaming, losing himself completely as his body turned into little more than a statue. Liem looks back up at the face of the man who’s carrying him and finds the face of a complete stranger. His senses have returned enough for him to say with certainty that he has never seen this person before in his life. He takes a moment to fully register this fact.]
Who are you? What are you doing out here at this time of night?