[ As Ori strides over to him, Seisyll follows suit and scampers over to join both of them, mistakenly thinking that Trahearne might be giving the treats to Ori (?). She sits patiently at their feet, but Trahearne's attention isn't on her right now. ]
There isn't. I would know.
[ He's seen how his skin seems to rot and mold with blight when physically in contact with nightmare energy; the wound would be a lot worse than it is now. Absently, his free hand comes to rest on his chest where the wound sits under his clothes, it's tender, but nothing more than a physical injury at this point.
He doesn't need to be injured to be susceptible, though. After marching into Phantom's castle and immersing himself in the sheer amount of nightmare, he'd fallen asleep for weeks, plagued by a voice he sooner hoped to forget. The worry had been at the back of his mind when they'd faced Eustace, but he didn't know things would turn out like this.
Desperation colors his face, and he visibly swallows. ]
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There isn't. I would know.
[ He's seen how his skin seems to rot and mold with blight when physically in contact with nightmare energy; the wound would be a lot worse than it is now. Absently, his free hand comes to rest on his chest where the wound sits under his clothes, it's tender, but nothing more than a physical injury at this point.
He doesn't need to be injured to be susceptible, though. After marching into Phantom's castle and immersing himself in the sheer amount of nightmare, he'd fallen asleep for weeks, plagued by a voice he sooner hoped to forget. The worry had been at the back of his mind when they'd faced Eustace, but he didn't know things would turn out like this.
Desperation colors his face, and he visibly swallows. ]
They're not all nightmares.