Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-5543592-20191228214614

Bleed sweeped through Nyasia's fingers. Her eyes were open and lucid, settling briefly on Helian. Beyond the intial agony, she didn't feel it. Inside, there was no room for pain. She was hollow. Empty. She looked across, to where Baldr and Clodagh were bleeding out onto the ground, puddles gathering around the both of them. It should have made her howl, should have torn her up inside, but instead she felt only the briefest of sensations.

Kismet shook his head, "Doesn't ring a bell.  I'm the kind of person who likes to settle these things himself."