WESSEX
the wraith
It takes a moment, but she hears movement, the sound of footsteps, and then something shiny catches her attention. Turning to face the hidey hole, her brow furrows when a metal hand sticks out of a smaller opening and beckons to her. Okay…Walking over to the entrance, Wessex bends down and enters the space, carefully avoiding the light as well. What does she need? Nothing, at the moment. Her needs can come in a bit. The Wraith looks from Amun to his metal hand and then back again. “When did this happen? And why?” she asks quietly, unsure if he’s encountered anything since the Temple fell or if this was a casualty and she was… a bit preoccupied with everything else to notice. If it’s from the Temple, she’s more than a little confused. There was a unicorn. And a master healer. And a staff. Surely one of those things should have worked.
And better yet, if he was so sorely injured, why cut off his own hand instead of seeking medical attention?
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
