Everything is handled 'gingerly'. That is to say carefully, with focus beyond what he normally ever would need. And... he returns to his blanket.
"Of course," Elidibus says. The soup is set down near the mug of coffee. His hands are held open and are regarded thoughtfully before looking to Emet-Selch again. As if talking about nothing more alarming than reading a book, he begins to explain.
"Bryn... is a man trapped. If I were to hazard an analogy, it would be similar to a place completely devoid of aether. Thus, unable to sustain life. He will likely die soon if no one is able to rescue him from his fate."
This is needed background story. Elidibus is no doubt thinking of ideas but... he accepts it may not be possible. The warning was important.
"Yet he seems capable of reaching toward us who are from other worlds and reality. To facilitate the connection, I permitted him to make contact and used what limited resources at my discretion to further strengthen it."
One hand touches a shoulder- the one he allowed Bryn to touch. "Contact chilled the skin. And the further I endured it, the more the world seemed to fade. I know not whether he was drawing life from my existence or I was being drawn into his current plight." For a moment Elidibus's expression becomes wry. "Even now, what little sense of color remains to me is muted at best. All else is tones of gray."
Yet there's no physical signs of this. His gaze is as bright blue as ever.
"Most of my upper arm and hands have no feeling. An unending chill lingers through my body." The blanket, the soup and coffee are all glanced at. "None of these bring relief from its ache."
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"Of course," Elidibus says. The soup is set down near the mug of coffee. His hands are held open and are regarded thoughtfully before looking to Emet-Selch again. As if talking about nothing more alarming than reading a book, he begins to explain.
"Bryn... is a man trapped. If I were to hazard an analogy, it would be similar to a place completely devoid of aether. Thus, unable to sustain life. He will likely die soon if no one is able to rescue him from his fate."
This is needed background story. Elidibus is no doubt thinking of ideas but... he accepts it may not be possible. The warning was important.
"Yet he seems capable of reaching toward us who are from other worlds and reality. To facilitate the connection, I permitted him to make contact and used what limited resources at my discretion to further strengthen it."
One hand touches a shoulder- the one he allowed Bryn to touch. "Contact chilled the skin. And the further I endured it, the more the world seemed to fade. I know not whether he was drawing life from my existence or I was being drawn into his current plight." For a moment Elidibus's expression becomes wry. "Even now, what little sense of color remains to me is muted at best. All else is tones of gray."
Yet there's no physical signs of this. His gaze is as bright blue as ever.
"Most of my upper arm and hands have no feeling. An unending chill lingers through my body." The blanket, the soup and coffee are all glanced at. "None of these bring relief from its ache."