Is she okay? Honestly, Koa hadn't stuck around long enough to really find out - not his proudest moment, but he'd been pretty shocked. "She said she'd been sick?" he answers with an uncertain lilt at the end, fingers tracing over pale scales. "That she'd been recovering in the Greatwood, and had been too scared to send word." Which, were he sober and more objective he might consider fair, or even smart, but right now everything pretty much feels like a steaming pile of ramphire shit.
As for whether or not she's infected? Koa frowns in concentration, biting his lower lip. "The way she was talkin', though.... I don't thiiiiink she's purple?" He shakes his head for emphasis, then immediately regrets it as the world spins. "Fuck," Koa winces, reaching for the bottle. More alcohol, that's the solution. Drown away the noise in his stupid little brain.
He raises the gin up to his mouth, taking another (un)healthy pull before offering it to Tal. "We dated, y'know. Me an' Soh. Did I ever tell you that?" He can't remember. It had been such a short time - just a couple dates, not even really dating - and yet the ripples of that summer romance continue to rock him to this day.
As for whether or not she's infected? Koa frowns in concentration, biting his lower lip. "The way she was talkin', though.... I don't thiiiiink she's purple?" He shakes his head for emphasis, then immediately regrets it as the world spins. "Fuck," Koa winces, reaching for the bottle. More alcohol, that's the solution. Drown away the noise in his stupid little brain.
He raises the gin up to his mouth, taking another (un)healthy pull before offering it to Tal. "We dated, y'know. Me an' Soh. Did I ever tell you that?" He can't remember. It had been such a short time - just a couple dates, not even really dating - and yet the ripples of that summer romance continue to rock him to this day.
