He's using more big words Daine's not fully certain of. A scholar or something. Something about the idea of a tall scholar giving her his coat - with a stab behind her sinuses that makes her eyes water, it's gone.
"I can smell the way out myself. Or I could. Two-legger noses aren't worth much," Daine complains, tipping her head back and trying to scent the air. Wanting to spite the skeleton that's only working off of her own subconscious desires she reaches for the scapula embedded in the tunnel wall again. It doesn't try to stop her this time.
When she touches the bone there's a blinding white flash, shocking in the dimness, as another portion of her life force transmutes all at once and sinks into the remains. Daine hisses through her teeth, dark spots in her eyes and a roaring in her ears, and sways as her knees go weak. The hovering skeleton braces her, clicking its teeth together once or twice. The clicking doesn't correspond with the jaw movements someone saying I told you so or anything similar would use, but the impression is there regardless. "Don't fuss, I'm fine," she mutters.
Another skeleton, this one shorter and with a dramatically fractured skull, is pulling itself together and trying to get out of the wall, the stone that had held it trapped cracking and crumbling. As it tries to step out into the tunnel it's arrested by part of one foot still stuck in the wall, and somehow manages to look startled. Give it a minute.
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"I can smell the way out myself. Or I could. Two-legger noses aren't worth much," Daine complains, tipping her head back and trying to scent the air. Wanting to spite the skeleton that's only working off of her own subconscious desires she reaches for the scapula embedded in the tunnel wall again. It doesn't try to stop her this time.
When she touches the bone there's a blinding white flash, shocking in the dimness, as another portion of her life force transmutes all at once and sinks into the remains. Daine hisses through her teeth, dark spots in her eyes and a roaring in her ears, and sways as her knees go weak. The hovering skeleton braces her, clicking its teeth together once or twice. The clicking doesn't correspond with the jaw movements someone saying I told you so or anything similar would use, but the impression is there regardless. "Don't fuss, I'm fine," she mutters.
Another skeleton, this one shorter and with a dramatically fractured skull, is pulling itself together and trying to get out of the wall, the stone that had held it trapped cracking and crumbling. As it tries to step out into the tunnel it's arrested by part of one foot still stuck in the wall, and somehow manages to look startled. Give it a minute.