[ His approach slows, but once closer to the spotlighted central point of the diamond, a familiar figure, decidedly not ghost-like, is more clearly visible. His robe is cut a little differently than her memory (even of last September) might recall, but the colours are the same, as is are the clothing and plate armor worn beneath it.
For his part, Eraqus finds his breath hitches a moment, a pause echoes in motion, before he steps that little more quickly towards her. If her once-Master looks a little older, a little more tired, and his hair perhaps a touch more grey, well...He's weathered some stressful months since returning to some semblence of life. ]
Yes. As real as anything else in this city.
Do you know where you are?
[ His serious mask seems to fall away for a moment, suddenly and completely happy to see her - even here, in this most trying of places. It is brief, but genuine; then he frowns. She's hurt - more than, perhaps, a simple rough landing can account for, surely? ]
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For his part, Eraqus finds his breath hitches a moment, a pause echoes in motion, before he steps that little more quickly towards her. If her once-Master looks a little older, a little more tired, and his hair perhaps a touch more grey, well...He's weathered some stressful months since returning to some semblence of life. ]
Yes. As real as anything else in this city.
Do you know where you are?
[ His serious mask seems to fall away for a moment, suddenly and completely happy to see her - even here, in this most trying of places. It is brief, but genuine; then he frowns. She's hurt - more than, perhaps, a simple rough landing can account for, surely? ]
Can you walk?