[The Drifter doesn't glare, exactly; the black pits of their eyes and general stony demeanor is sufficient in putting people off without trying. Every citizen, with few exceptions, could and would offer little more than a feeble croak of greeting before scuttering away, retreating from the blue-skinned Drifter with the poison in their lungs.
The mantle about the lower half of their face is not particularly conducive to maintaining air flow in the event of respiratory collapse, but the Drifter doesn't seem to mind, or care. They can utter little more than the series of low, rasping coughs that sound like static, like gravel being raked across glass, as they catch the offered hand about their wrist obligingly.
They're being offered help, strange as it may seem. The creature venturing to aid them is of an unfamiliar pallor, pale-skinned and rambling, but there's no reason to deny aid when it is being freely given.
Their...friend - they would have wished the same of them.
(The pang in their heart does not entirely have to do with illness, but it is easily ignored and neglected.)
It is not until they've regained their footing, standing on more solid ground, that the companion sprite hovering at their shoulder chimes inquisitively, little bigger than a handsbreadth in length, the light at its center humming green as it projects a text-based HUD.]
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The mantle about the lower half of their face is not particularly conducive to maintaining air flow in the event of respiratory collapse, but the Drifter doesn't seem to mind, or care. They can utter little more than the series of low, rasping coughs that sound like static, like gravel being raked across glass, as they catch the offered hand about their wrist obligingly.
They're being offered help, strange as it may seem. The creature venturing to aid them is of an unfamiliar pallor, pale-skinned and rambling, but there's no reason to deny aid when it is being freely given.
Their...friend - they would have wished the same of them.
(The pang in their heart does not entirely have to do with illness, but it is easily ignored and neglected.)
It is not until they've regained their footing, standing on more solid ground, that the companion sprite hovering at their shoulder chimes inquisitively, little bigger than a handsbreadth in length, the light at its center humming green as it projects a text-based HUD.]
i miscalculated.