[At least one spot was pretty clear by now, the half-Lombax both suctioning the tar and nudging the flora back to life with the same arm. But it's her tone that makes him give pause, still at his task, but no longer moving the arm over the infected area.
Don't hurt himse...?
Nah. He knew that if he malfunctioned, or became 'injured', the Vullards would be nearby to repair any damage. So maybe he wasn't immortal, but it was about the closest he could get.
His free hand, his real hand, moves to gently rest upon her own arm, giving it a light, reassuring squeeze. It wouldn't hurt him. The tar itself was doing more damage to the field than it could ever to himself. And it's for that reason he continues on with his task, a look of peace on the withered form despite the weight of the situation.
Almost done.
His good ear pricks at the sound of his own voice in his mind, surprised by the notion of it. After being unable to physically speak for so long, he hadn't recalled what he was supposed to sound like.]
Re: thread for alister
Don't hurt himse...?
Nah. He knew that if he malfunctioned, or became 'injured', the Vullards would be nearby to repair any damage. So maybe he wasn't immortal, but it was about the closest he could get.
His free hand, his real hand, moves to gently rest upon her own arm, giving it a light, reassuring squeeze. It wouldn't hurt him. The tar itself was doing more damage to the field than it could ever to himself. And it's for that reason he continues on with his task, a look of peace on the withered form despite the weight of the situation.
Almost done.
His good ear pricks at the sound of his own voice in his mind, surprised by the notion of it. After being unable to physically speak for so long, he hadn't recalled what he was supposed to sound like.]