grey skies

Tornach raised his head as a woman hurried past him to the river, only to draw back and hesitate - probably at the sight of the ashy water, he thought with some sympathy. It was hard to bring yourself to drink water that swirled with gray. But when great, wracking coughs shook the black and white form, Tornach rose to his good legs in concern, but didn't approach her. He didn't want to startle her in her coughing fit, what with the somewhat... startling... state of his face.

When it finally subsided she seemed to just notice him, and rasped something out. "Please, there's no need to apologize. Are you all right?" He limped forward to join her. "I know the water doesn't look particularly palatable, but you should drink, if you can."