The noises continue: wet, gelatinous, vile. Disgust creeps up the back of Seiji's neck on damp fingers. He cannot help but wince as they continue on, his eyes scanning the tunnel ahead. The stars and torch together cast enough light to cut a wide swath from the darkness. Enough to illuminate the opening off to the left as they begin to pass. Seiji slows, lifting the torch, but hesitates as the creature half-hidden from view seems to shrink away. He glances at Lily, dark eyes questioning.
"Hello?" he tries again, his voice gentle. "Are you hurt?" It sounds ill, whatever it is. Seiji doesn't think he has much experience playing nurse in any capacity, but cannot in good faith waltz right past the thing. His gaze shifts down the tunnel, after the stars, and carefully he lowers the torch. How long do they have until Safrin's light abandons them? Will it wait? Will he have failed Amalia if it does not?
Is failing Amalia worse than failing this... thing?
Seiji knows it is, and knows he will not press on just yet, anyway. He stands still, head cocked, as he addresses the creature hidden in the shadows once more. "I will not look," he says, and politely casts his eyes askance. "But we will not hurt you. We are looking for something."
"Hello?" he tries again, his voice gentle. "Are you hurt?" It sounds ill, whatever it is. Seiji doesn't think he has much experience playing nurse in any capacity, but cannot in good faith waltz right past the thing. His gaze shifts down the tunnel, after the stars, and carefully he lowers the torch. How long do they have until Safrin's light abandons them? Will it wait? Will he have failed Amalia if it does not?
Is failing Amalia worse than failing this... thing?
Seiji knows it is, and knows he will not press on just yet, anyway. He stands still, head cocked, as he addresses the creature hidden in the shadows once more. "I will not look," he says, and politely casts his eyes askance. "But we will not hurt you. We are looking for something."
