[Without any apparent squeamishness, Ademnet closes his hand around the nearest eye and plucks it from the wall. This feels too straightforward to him. There has to be a catch. The eyes must be poisoned, or cursed, or have some kind of ill-effect. Otherwise, why would anyone hesitate? Eyes aren't the most appealing meat, but still...
He pops the eyeball into his mouth and bites down, chewing thoughtfully. The texture is unpleasant, but not inedible. He swallows and shrugs.]
It ain't terrible. I wonder how many counts as "some?"
[He reaches for another, intending to do this one on his own. If this is a trick to make them eat poison, Mlynar could carry him to safety more easily than the other way around.
...Not that he'll explain that reasoning aloud. Self-sacrificing pragmatism seems to spook the horse.]
cw: disembodied eye trauma
He pops the eyeball into his mouth and bites down, chewing thoughtfully. The texture is unpleasant, but not inedible. He swallows and shrugs.]
It ain't terrible. I wonder how many counts as "some?"
[He reaches for another, intending to do this one on his own. If this is a trick to make them eat poison, Mlynar could carry him to safety more easily than the other way around.
...Not that he'll explain that reasoning aloud. Self-sacrificing pragmatism seems to spook the horse.]