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[perfectteatime]

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[perfectteatime]

[ He blinks a few times, trying to clear his vision as he hears someone speak. When he does turn to peer owlishly at the man he's greeted to... well. He's not going to complain about the view. He's gorgeous, and if Byleth had his mind and senses about him, he'd have said so.

But instead his attention is drawn to his size and- ah. He is small. Very small. Much smaller than he had ever anticipated being. Seems he overshot a bit? ]

Ah. Oh. Sorry. I d- [ He has to pause for the searing pain to stop. ] don't actually know how I got here? I can go. If you want. I don't mean to- [ He wobbles at he tries to sit up. ] Hm. Well that's not good.

[hythlodaeus]

You hit your head, and so Emet-Selch saw fit to set you up to rest. And he either set you there or you rolled into it, as luck would have it.

[He approaches with the slow, confident intention and sizes him up like prey.]

We have a couple things to discuss.

[perfectteatime]

Uhg....

[ And then he says they have things to discuss which is ominous and foreboding, but Byleth manages to at least look somewhat lucid. ]

Oh uh. We do? Go ahead I... mmm. Do you have any willow bark by chance?

[hythlodaeus]

Mm, no. We do not.

[ Hythlodaeus crosses his arms as he stares down at this tiny man. ]

So what was this matter about trying to manipulate Emet-Selch?

[perfectteatime]

Oh uh...


Hmmm. Yeah. That didn't work out.