[walkabout]

[stopinthenameofawe]

Well this is going to be fun. [the sarcasm does manage to come through.]

So, hate to be needy right off the bat, but if I don't there is a decent chance I would wind up accidentally murdering someone so it's probably better to get it out of the way. The people I normally get blood from aren't here, and I can't go to Liminal and summon up any for myself. If someone would be willing to go to Liminal Space and make me some periodically, or volunteer to let me take some, that would be great. [and by great she means the Beast wouldn't make her go crazy and just take blood from whoever it could.]

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[tobegood]

Magic. [He sounds both annoyed with and a little scared of the answer - it's a thing he didn't believe exists, a year ago. The closest he's come to seeing it, however, is in a god's power - and, in this case, it was a god of darkness, its power on display only in death.]

So... you have to drink blood to survive. But you won't drink mine?

[stopinthenameofawe]

No. I won't drink yours. [not unless there is literally no other choice, and maybe not even then.]

[tobegood]

...Okay.

[He's still a little uncertain - but she can't help who she is, and she said she wouldn't feed off him. Maybe he should be concerned about the others here and what her feeding on them might do - but not knowing anyone else, and so soon after Darsanga, that's hard for him. Not when there's nothing he could do. He has to worry about his own safety and survival, first.]