And then she straightens a little bit, wiping her mouth with her arm. ] Oh, like— Um, s-sure. I...actually am, kind of cold.
[ For a second it sounded like some kind of line—but like, sincere, because even after all this Max can't think of Basil as not sincere. At least not with his emotions. But then her brain catches up with her, and she gets it. ]
I think really I just- I need to get dry. And... [ She winces. ] Probably eat something.
[ Max wonders if she's going to start growing the moss again soon. Maybe over the injuries on her legs. ]
cw: cannibalism
And then she straightens a little bit, wiping her mouth with her arm. ] Oh, like— Um, s-sure. I...actually am, kind of cold.
[ For a second it sounded like some kind of line—but like, sincere, because even after all this Max can't think of Basil as not sincere. At least not with his emotions. But then her brain catches up with her, and she gets it. ]
I think really I just- I need to get dry. And... [ She winces. ] Probably eat something.
[ Max wonders if she's going to start growing the moss again soon. Maybe over the injuries on her legs. ]