-- oh, your face. Are you okay? [koby stops what hes doing -- carefully laying out the books that weren't thoroughly burned or sodden with the foam from the fire extinguisher -- and steps closer, reaching out towards giles's injuries with a bandaged hand before thinking better of it. his thoughts are still sluggish, syrupy, and it takes him a moment to actually lower his hand.]
It does, yes. My friend -- he returned as some sort of, um. Bird on fire? I think. I tried to talk him down. [a weak, hollow sort of laugh, gesturing at the burned bookshelf.] It wasn't very successful.
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Date: 2025-05-19 06:02 pm (UTC)It does, yes. My friend -- he returned as some sort of, um. Bird on fire? I think. I tried to talk him down. [a weak, hollow sort of laugh, gesturing at the burned bookshelf.] It wasn't very successful.