[ Bariyan hears the whisper but does not register the shift in mood, still groggy with whatever spell Koltira had been using before. The only thing he does register is the mess of string in his fingers. Despite himself, he pulls a little more, enough to bring them into view as he opens his eyes again. Oh, gods. That'll be a right pleasant mess to set straight.
He lets his hand drop back to his throat, nails digging in until he finds a cleft, now exposed with the stitches torn out. Where his head separates from the rest of his body. The wound that had never healed. Cat's doing. Or maybe just Bariyan's own.
Bariyan makes another sound. Something that might have been a laugh, but filtered through the ruins of his throat and turned into an awful noise. ]
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He lets his hand drop back to his throat, nails digging in until he finds a cleft, now exposed with the stitches torn out. Where his head separates from the rest of his body. The wound that had never healed. Cat's doing. Or maybe just Bariyan's own.
Bariyan makes another sound. Something that might have been a laugh, but filtered through the ruins of his throat and turned into an awful noise. ]