(OOC: Oh, you're perfectly fine. Never feel bad about having to take time off for family.)


Cringing in pain as the arrow was ripped out, Ronald turn a glare to James. He had to take a few precious seconds to grit his teeth and press a hand to the now bleeding wound. "Anything weird and new happening? Like seeing in the dark or...rotting the ground?" He asked, trying to hint at what Whisper had done to the ground earlier. There was also a hint of something in his eyes, something that had not been there before.

Guilt. There was guilt in his eyes.

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