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[leewards]

[Ithaqua notes Mikaela's glances. Is it because he's splattered with blood...? Is he hungry now?]

I shall leave once I'm healed enough.

[shortleash]

( Mrrgh. He hates feeling like a liability. )

... Don't leave on account of me. No one has the luxury to be conscientious. Be wherever you think you need to be.

[leewards]

And yet you are so obviously distracted. [He tries to unsmush his cheek from the floor but can't.]

Is it the amount of blood? Part of it is a wizard's. Some of it... is mine.

[shortleash]

Look. It's a lot.

( in case you haven't noticed!!!!!!!! )

And it has a really strong scent. ( This is Mika talk for "it smells really good"... ) ... Even under that wizard's blood, yours is clear. And I've never known blood like yours before.

[leewards]

That is because I am not human, unlike many others here. [he may have started out human... but obviously, no longer. And he's progressing even further into his monsterhood.

So he thinks it might smell vile to Mikaela.]

It's distracting you because of how terrible it smells, so... [He finally manages to roll over.] Hrf. I'll be going soon, no worries.

[shortleash]

( (internally) ughhhHHHhhhhHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh )

It'd be much easier if it smelled bad, believe me. Try the opposite. Like, the extreme opposite.

( Maybe it's because he's an abomination against God, the more taboo blood is in God's creation, the better it tastes... or something. Maybe he's just cursed to have a difficult life (likely).

He just gazes at Ithaqua quite married to the floor. )

... Don't force yourself.

[leewards]

[somewhere, urianger is crying because itha has run away with the floor--]

Oh. [He blinks. That's... unexpected.] You want to eat me, instead.

[shortleash]

I'm not a danger, if that's what you mean.

( There hangs, still, the faint magical signature of their former mentor on Mika... no frenzies for now. )

But yeah, you smell like... you'd taste good. It's a weird cocktail of stuff.

[leewards]

[He scratches at his head as he thinks.]

Well, I cannot tell you for sure what's in there, I haven't the first clue about my blood. [Then he raises his arm.] Take some, so you can see for yourself.