[ The elf’s smile is unsettling somehow, but that’s becoming the least of Dorian’s concerns as he listens to the explanation. His eyes similarly fall to the collar around Orym’s neck as he reaches up to feel the one he wore. A part of him thinks to point out how he doesn’t always need to breathe, but he could only still his breath for so long. His ability would do no good after too long, and besides Orym had no such reassurance.
There is still a lot to process regarding this whole situation, but he can’t help tensing a little as the elf admits how long they could be here. ]
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There is still a lot to process regarding this whole situation, but he can’t help tensing a little as the elf admits how long they could be here. ]
Days? We can’t just stick around here for days.