[Zam waves a hand in a lazy gesture.] Yeah… something like that. [Eyes find her feet as she walks. She noticed the soft brightness before, figured it had something to do with the aforementioned “something weird.” Except now the brightness is fading with every step, a sinister reflection of Zam's own flagging energy levels.
That’s… probably not good.
It’s too far to the living quarters. She veers sharply into a room off the hallway, picking at random. Shoulders sag slightly as she looks around. They’ve ended up in the lounge. There are couches. It’ll do.]
You ever see kids play that game where you’re not allowed to touch the ground? [Zam asks wearily as she flops onto one of the sofas. Legs curl beneath her as she casts a mistrustful glare at the floor.] We’re playing that now.
[Under normal circumstances, she might bristle at the idea of being stuck in the same room as the woman she died hunting. Now, she's much too tired to care.]
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That’s… probably not good.
It’s too far to the living quarters. She veers sharply into a room off the hallway, picking at random. Shoulders sag slightly as she looks around. They’ve ended up in the lounge. There are couches. It’ll do.]
You ever see kids play that game where you’re not allowed to touch the ground? [Zam asks wearily as she flops onto one of the sofas. Legs curl beneath her as she casts a mistrustful glare at the floor.] We’re playing that now.
[Under normal circumstances, she might bristle at the idea of being stuck in the same room as the woman she died hunting. Now, she's much too tired to care.]