CIAN
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The Eye turns a slow and intentional stare towards Gideon as he asks the question that, were they all given a bit of time and perhaps the freedom to speak candidly, would have been answered already. Nodding to where Finn's chair is, still empty, Cian returns his gaze to the Priest. "Finn was given explicit instructions with regard to one of the infected. It seems he was not able to maintain an appropriate distance." Does Cian know about the picnics? The walks? The bed shared between the Shield and Spyglass? If he does, he keeps those things to himself.
Turning toFalke and October, the Eye tugs in a slow breath. "Doctor Guildenstern seems to think you a good candidate for field work, Doctor Hart." Despite how he knows this news will likely fill her with excitement, his own expression is blandly neutral. "Your first task will be bringing Finn back. He was last seen at the Inn in the Hollowed Grounds...It is imperative that he is returned to Stormbreak at once."
ToAmaris the Eye turns his denim stare. Context is key with Cian; someone else having asked this question might have been dismissed. But for Amaris, capable and clever woman she was, the Eye seemed to have an abundance of patience. "Flu-like symptoms at first. Fever, disorientation, dehydration. As it progresses hallucinations—both visual and audio—and finally a slow and strange descent into madness and confusion. Those affected can become violent, can self-harm without realizing what they're doing, often lose control of their magics and shifts....perhaps most interestingly is a desire for fire. They seek it out, burning themselves as if not realizing what harm the heat will do."
As Dorian pipes up, Cian's gaze moves across the table to his old friend, though despite their familiarity in this room, at this table, Dorian is treated just like any other. "Falke, what say you to this? Shall we try and wrangle them up here? I know of only two who have been infected: Remi Taliesin and Amalia Chandrakant." He watches out of the corner of his eye to see what Amaris' reaction to this might be. Cian can also see Falke's anger but makes no mention of it. He's telling the man now, that will have to be good enough. "Dorian, you'd made headway with bringing the Taliesin's here...what of Amalia? Would she relocate easily?"
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As Dorian pipes up, Cian's gaze moves across the table to his old friend, though despite their familiarity in this room, at this table, Dorian is treated just like any other. "
