[ naturally, he has no idea what she's bothered about -- his hands drop at once at the sound of her gasp, head whipping around her way with an expression of some concern on his face. ]
What is it?
[ she looks the same as she did before, other than being horrified; something about him must be bothering her, then, and he wonders for a moment if his wounds are failing to heal the way they had been before, after his body died. A hand moves unconsciously to his throat, probing for the slice Secco left there only a few hours prior (from his perspective), but finds nothing, and so, he's left staring back at her, perplexed and worried.
He obviously did not think anything of putting the goo in his mouth. ]
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What is it?
[ she looks the same as she did before, other than being horrified; something about him must be bothering her, then, and he wonders for a moment if his wounds are failing to heal the way they had been before, after his body died. A hand moves unconsciously to his throat, probing for the slice Secco left there only a few hours prior (from his perspective), but finds nothing, and so, he's left staring back at her, perplexed and worried.
He obviously did not think anything of putting the goo in his mouth. ]