[Barnabas remains silent as he looks over the other man's body, the wash of grey over the expanse of him, though it isn't fully connected with flecks of it here and there. It's... concerning, to say the least. That this man before him, this Cidolfus Telamon that he knows and was once close to, is petrifying.
Slowly, it seems, or perhaps it has stopped entirely? He isn't sure. Cidolfus doesn't seem to know either. How strange.
As attention is brought to Barnabas, he doesn't feel the slightest bit bashful. Though, he's left wondering about what might have caused Cid's condition. Yet, as he tries to think on it, he is only rewarded with pain. So, instead he focuses on undressing the rest of the way, his own eyes glancing at Cidolfus as he wraps his towel around his bare form. He was not a sore sight, though what rumbling interest looking at him inspired felt weighed down by something inexplicable.
Barnabas moves to do the same, wrapping that towel around himself once his boots, pants, and under garments are removed and stowed away.]
Do you think it is this place that has afflicted you so?
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Slowly, it seems, or perhaps it has stopped entirely? He isn't sure. Cidolfus doesn't seem to know either. How strange.
As attention is brought to Barnabas, he doesn't feel the slightest bit bashful. Though, he's left wondering about what might have caused Cid's condition. Yet, as he tries to think on it, he is only rewarded with pain. So, instead he focuses on undressing the rest of the way, his own eyes glancing at Cidolfus as he wraps his towel around his bare form. He was not a sore sight, though what rumbling interest looking at him inspired felt weighed down by something inexplicable.
Barnabas moves to do the same, wrapping that towel around himself once his boots, pants, and under garments are removed and stowed away.]
Do you think it is this place that has afflicted you so?