[ dextera shakes his head. once his hand is free, it automatically goes to cover the scar on his side, though the gnarled skin there spreads out from under what his fingers can cover. ]
…
[ his eyes flick from the ground, to guren’s face, back to the ground. he doesn’t know this man, nor does he recognize this place.
no subject
…
[ his eyes flick from the ground, to guren’s face, back to the ground. he doesn’t know this man, nor does he recognize this place.
but he suspects they’re dead. ]