The beer is gladly accepted - he figures he hasn't keeled over dead yet, so if it has been tampered with it is either slow-acting or he's just immune to it - and he drinks again, slower this time. His thirst persists, but there is less desperation.
Skellig looks down at himself - his skin is pale, and he is dressed in dark pants - a stark contrast to her white linen kilt and well-tanned skin. His need to blend in, to hide remains, but the panic is fading from his mind, confusion replacing it.
"I do not..." he tries to listen for the echo of his own voice within the walls of the small building, but there is nothing that bounces back. "I do not know where here is, much less how I came to be here at all." He shakes his head, and settles for another sip of the beer.
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Date: 2024-03-20 11:54 pm (UTC)Skellig looks down at himself - his skin is pale, and he is dressed in dark pants - a stark contrast to her white linen kilt and well-tanned skin. His need to blend in, to hide remains, but the panic is fading from his mind, confusion replacing it.
"I do not..." he tries to listen for the echo of his own voice within the walls of the small building, but there is nothing that bounces back. "I do not know where here is, much less how I came to be here at all." He shakes his head, and settles for another sip of the beer.