[Hythlodaeus would think it rather unfair that amidst such an interesting discussion (with so many interesting things to speak further on! The wrinkles, the fact his world had something all but identical!) that his visions had to start up once more. That was, were he in his right mind. He is not- most assuredly, he is not- and Claude's concern is met with a shake of his head as he stands from the table quickly, inelegantly, scraping the chair back against the tilework as he does so.
His eyebrows furrow. A look of disbelief enters his glowing eyes, and his well-placed, fair features contort just slightly into an expression of dismay- before they are covered with a hand- the thumb and forefingers belonging to it moving against his temples.]
You truly cannot see? Or smell it? I had not thought-
[Not thought that what had plagued him in Solvunn would follow into the Horizon. Let alone someone else's Horizon. The statement is cut off as nausea hits him. What little of his face behind his hand can be viewed pales, visibly- and he finds himself turning away from the table, willing himself not to openly retch.
Fortunately, he does not. Yet while he is turned, while he gazes over the balcony, Claude should begin to experience Koth of the Festering Land's affliction- namely the very real sense and feeling that something is wrong. Deeply wrong. Whether or not Claude's apparent demise comes in the shape of a vision or an illusion cannot be known by Hythlodaeus, at least not yet. Even if it could, it would fall to the wayside. For to him, something about Claude seems different. And that takes priority, even in light of the fact that suddenly, he feels a lot better. So.]
affliction time go! sorry claude ;;
His eyebrows furrow. A look of disbelief enters his glowing eyes, and his well-placed, fair features contort just slightly into an expression of dismay- before they are covered with a hand- the thumb and forefingers belonging to it moving against his temples.]
You truly cannot see? Or smell it? I had not thought-
[Not thought that what had plagued him in Solvunn would follow into the Horizon. Let alone someone else's Horizon. The statement is cut off as nausea hits him. What little of his face behind his hand can be viewed pales, visibly- and he finds himself turning away from the table, willing himself not to openly retch.
Fortunately, he does not.
Yet while he is turned, while he gazes over the balcony, Claude should begin to experience Koth of the Festering Land's affliction- namely the very real sense and feeling that something is wrong. Deeply wrong. Whether or not Claude's apparent demise comes in the shape of a vision or an illusion cannot be known by Hythlodaeus, at least not yet. Even if it could, it would fall to the wayside. For to him, something about Claude seems different. And that takes priority, even in light of the fact that suddenly, he feels a lot better. So.]
...Are you well?