[It will pass. It always passes. The worst of it sloshes at their insides wetly, at the worst possible time for such a thing to be transpiring. A hand catches at their cloak, and the Drifter reacts impulsively: the red hilt of their sword leaping to their hand in and instant, the hard blue light of the blade materializing in a high-pitched gleam.
Their vision trembles, split through with invisible static. The thing clinging to them - is unlike any creature they've encountered thus far, they should say. Not blue-skinned, like the Drifter themself, and not hostile. If they were, it would not take very much at all to press them over the cliff's edge and send them toppling.
The Drifter spills forward, grappling at the stone underfoot with one gauntleted hand. The companion sprite hovers at their shoulder, mutely, unable to assist without a command, but even if the sickness still heaves at their lungs and sends bright pink trickling between fingertips clasped at their mantled mouth, at least they are no longer at the edge.
The companion beeps as it projects a small, transparent screen. The words appear across in flickering script - at first something blocky and geometric, before solidifying into something more distinct and recognizable and universal:]
Y E E T
Their vision trembles, split through with invisible static. The thing clinging to them - is unlike any creature they've encountered thus far, they should say. Not blue-skinned, like the Drifter themself, and not hostile. If they were, it would not take very much at all to press them over the cliff's edge and send them toppling.
The Drifter spills forward, grappling at the stone underfoot with one gauntleted hand. The companion sprite hovers at their shoulder, mutely, unable to assist without a command, but even if the sickness still heaves at their lungs and sends bright pink trickling between fingertips clasped at their mantled mouth, at least they are no longer at the edge.
The companion beeps as it projects a small, transparent screen. The words appear across in flickering script - at first something blocky and geometric, before solidifying into something more distinct and recognizable and universal:]
thank you.