[ Zelda nods wordlessly at his assessment. Yes, it was a nightmare... and has been haunting hers ever since. The way his features melt like wax, revealing a skeletal fiend underneath. The things he said, how he worried she had forgotten him, how he encouraged her to make up for her mistakes by giving him her life. Even knowing it wasn't really her father, it looked and sounded just like him, making the experience that much more difficult to put out of her mind.
Underneath the bandages is a square of gauze which covers the wound on the top of her forearm. It is not cut or slash, but a large puncture wound, about the size of a coin, closed and scabbed over. The swelling around it is minimal and there is no sign of infection. It has clearly been well cared for and should fully heal without leaving behind any permanent damage.
Zelda listens with a serious expression, lips drawing into a line as Darin describes his ghost. A brother, lost as a child. Darin has never mentioned a brother before. ]
Dangerous how? [ She probes gently, knowing how easily she can set him off when she asks more than he's willing to share. ]
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Underneath the bandages is a square of gauze which covers the wound on the top of her forearm. It is not cut or slash, but a large puncture wound, about the size of a coin, closed and scabbed over. The swelling around it is minimal and there is no sign of infection. It has clearly been well cared for and should fully heal without leaving behind any permanent damage.
Zelda listens with a serious expression, lips drawing into a line as Darin describes his ghost. A brother, lost as a child. Darin has never mentioned a brother before. ]
Dangerous how? [ She probes gently, knowing how easily she can set him off when she asks more than he's willing to share. ]