Nightmares Take Us All

Marcel listened, nodding thoughtfully as Eithne spoke, picking up on both the determination and the unease that edged her words. He could see how much she wanted to contribute, how she was wrestling with the parts of herself that had been shaped by a past life of violence and instinct. But he also sensed her curiosity, her desire to move beyond that—and he wanted to support that journey however he could.

Blight's a whole different beast, honestly, he began, keeping his tone steady but informative. It doesn’t behave like any illness we know. It spreads faster, infects even the land itself. Sometimes it’s subtle—sickly animals or crops that wither overnight. But when it takes hold in people... it’s a lot worse.

Marcel grimaced slightly, a haunted look flickering across his face. The few blighted he’d encountered—when he’d first started working with Rosalie, no less—had left a mark on him. You’ll see people get this sickly pallor, and their minds... it twists them. Makes them aggressive, like they’re fighting off their own skin. Rosalie’s been studying this for ages, trying to understand how it works, how we can fight it. We’re really just… gathering more evidence so she can learn what she can.

@Eithne