The figure that turns towards him, long, tufted ears angling to catch every sound he makes as well as signs of danger around them, is still slick from their own awakening. Dark skin is mottled and bleached pale around mouth and eyes, scarred by Light corruption that had yet to fully heal, yet the color of their eyes seems...off. Viera do not usually have eyes that reflect light the way theirs do, or the ring of gold around their pupils that seems to give off an eerie glow. Yet when they speak it's a soft, gentle voice as they step closer, claws digging into the earth with each silent step.
"My dearest Emet-Selch," there's something teasing in the way they say it, their voice a rich and earthy purr when they speak his name, though exhaustion is clear in the heaviness of their gaze and the way they bend to sit beside him, uncaring of their own nakedness or his own, and make little move to hide their curves. "If I knew, I'd be glad to tell you. Sadly, you caught me before I could explore. I've barely begun to get my wits about me." Long claws reach out to sweep a damp strand of hair out of his eyes, the movement slow enough that he could stop it easily if he wished.
Golden freckles dust muscular shoulders and arms like thickly clustered stars, dark flesh marred with pink and lurid purple scars both old and new, and there's a mixture of both sorrow and fondness in their gaze as they take in his frustrated expression.
"Would that I could be of more help. Are you hale enough? The hatching left you unharmed, yes? Glad as I am to see you, I would not wish one of my companions to already take ill from our mistimed arrival."
Rebirth (will avoid mentioning Endwalker spoilers)
"My dearest Emet-Selch," there's something teasing in the way they say it, their voice a rich and earthy purr when they speak his name, though exhaustion is clear in the heaviness of their gaze and the way they bend to sit beside him, uncaring of their own nakedness or his own, and make little move to hide their curves. "If I knew, I'd be glad to tell you. Sadly, you caught me before I could explore. I've barely begun to get my wits about me." Long claws reach out to sweep a damp strand of hair out of his eyes, the movement slow enough that he could stop it easily if he wished.
Golden freckles dust muscular shoulders and arms like thickly clustered stars, dark flesh marred with pink and lurid purple scars both old and new, and there's a mixture of both sorrow and fondness in their gaze as they take in his frustrated expression.
"Would that I could be of more help. Are you hale enough? The hatching left you unharmed, yes? Glad as I am to see you, I would not wish one of my companions to already take ill from our mistimed arrival."