[this would be leagues easier without the unintentional pressure Zel's putting on himself to avoid becoming a liability - this squeeze of unease, where all the questions Emery answered won't cover what he should've asked. how normal was normal when "act normal" was the request and all the denizens of the inn looked less normal in ways than he did?!
where is Emery... how is he supposed to catch glimpse of a signal for help like this?! should he be on the move? ask for a room? he just asked for whatever the hell a 'thin black soup' is...
...which looks...and smells...fine?
but it tastes utterly vile, and it's only a miracle Zel doesn't spit it outright; the flinch he does is telling enough. now there's questions of poison or sickness and now the chef's getting roped into this and oh no.
this is the direct opposite of inconspicuous. this is hell.]
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where is Emery... how is he supposed to catch glimpse of a signal for help like this?! should he be on the move? ask for a room? he just asked for whatever the hell a 'thin black soup' is...
...which looks...and smells...fine?
but it tastes utterly vile, and it's only a miracle Zel doesn't spit it outright; the flinch he does is telling enough. now there's questions of poison or sickness and now the chef's getting roped into this and oh no.
this is the direct opposite of inconspicuous. this is hell.]