[ he can be at the beach for a bit before curfew! he looks... better, in that he's cleaned up and not in bloody clothes anymore, and it doesn't seem like he has any serious injuries. he has a bandage around one hand, and while it might be hard to tell with the perpetual sunset giving everything a rosy tint, his skin is still deathly pale and bordering on grey. ]
[At least he doesn't look as raggedy as some of this crew, but it's clear just by demeanor that they're all having a bad time. Vanishing into the meat dimension only to come back changed......
Lucas approaches carefully, a little pinch of concern in his expression.]
...Hello, dear. Is there anything that I can get you? Water, food, a blanket...?
...Short version is we got lost in the fog and ended up in what I think was a different world, and had to fight this necromancer who wanted to use one of us as a vessel to escape.
[THIS IS SO INSANELY ABRIDGED THAT IT'S NONSENSICAL. But he doesn't question it because this whole place runs on bullshit magic that makes no sense to him.]
Geto mentioned the... necromancer. [GROSS AND WEIRD.] ...He also mentioned that most of you were separated?
[Just keeping the stabs a secret... He nods, though, understanding. Life's exhausting! Especially when you're just launched into the necromancy void for two months apparently!]
...I'm sorry that you had to go through such a thing. As if being here isn't enough of a punishment.