[ he is at rosie's stolen house! and has taken a bath and is now in blood-free clothes, sitting on the bed up against the wall. the hot bath did nothing for his complexion; he's still pale and borderline grey.

he's got a bandage around the knuckles of one of his hands, and now that he's cleaned up and things are less hectic, she can notice that there are also a lot of paired puncture scars on his neck that weren't there yesterday, though they look like they've been healed for a long time? somehow? hm. ]

Hey.

[i see,

she comes to sit down! not on the bed, on the floor, but she's tall enough that she's probably at a decent eye-level.]

Hey, buddy. [worried tail flicks] How are you feeling?

Uh, I've felt better, haha... but I didn't get hurt too badly.

[ that much seems to be true; while geto and alfyn both looked like they were at risk of dying, his fresh injuries aren't much worse than what you'd get in a fistfight (if you then got struck by lightning on the way home from the playground, i guess). ]

That's good. Don't take any offense but I don't think you're exactly built for damage.

[swishy tail...]

But that doesn't mean you can't be hurt in other ways, and based on what I was hearing when you all got back, you went through some shit.

[ kind of a tired laugh at that remark, but it's not clear if it's out of agreement or disagreement. ]

Yeah, it... wasn't great. Have you heard much from the others?

Not really. Geto hinted at some of it.

Mm...

[ considers for a moment how he should summarize this... ]

...Well. The short version is we ended up in a city — though I think it was like its own world or something — and this necromancer was trying to get one of us to be a "vessel" for her to help her get out. So she put us through a bunch of shit to try to break us to the point where we'd be desperate enough to accept her help and give her something in return. And then at the end we had to fight her and destroy her to get out of there.

We were all split up for most of it, so I don't know exactly what she did to the others. [ ... ] I was in there for almost two months, though, I think.

... Gods, two months?

[what the fuck!!]

That's - bullshit. You poor thing.

[ yeah it is!!

he nods. with a little bit of a half-smile, because he appreciates the sympathy. ]

Kind of backfired on her at least, because after she made me go through all of that there was no way in hell I wanted anything to do with her, even if it could have made things easier.

Hah. I like that, though. I'm all about giving evil bitches the finger.

[...]

And you got her, in the end. That doesn't make it better, but it's... something.