S A M U E L
She worked at the infirmary, which meant she definitely would know this was strange. Still, the idea of a proper treatment was a good one, and honestly Sam desperately wanted someone to make him feel better right now. Even the question she asked, which normally would make his heart sink, wasn't so bad because of her kind voice.
Sam stepped away from the edge, getting back to the path proper before he spoke. Holding up his palm towards Isla to show her the cut, he stuttered his way through an explanation.
"Y-you see, I don't have bl-blood. Not anymore. Not since..." He sighed. "They called it Ascended, but I don't feel like I'm any b-better. Not in the way anyone wanted. I just can't enjoy the sun anymore-" He lifted his parasol. "-or feel anything properly. And I have to go to the Gods all the t-t-time."
I AM THE OCEAN CLAWING AT YOUR MOON
