aquaphobia

Grimshaw wasn't having much luck finding anything to hunt today. He wasn't even finding the infected animals, but it wasn't slowing him down. Perhaps where he was searching just wasn't a good place today. Or perhaps fate had something else in mind. It really did seem to enjoy fucking around with him lately.

When he heard his voice ring out behind him, seemingly excited to see that he was alright, Grimshaw could only cringe briefly before turning around and faking an awkward smile. He was, in fact, not alright. Had he forgotten that he nearly drowned? Sure he wasn't covered in crystals or mushrooms and oozing a weird goo, but -

he.

was.

not.

alright.

Grimshaw swallowed hard before he could speak, and even once he opened his mouth words didn't come out. Not at first, anyway. It took a minute for them to come, and he did his best to sound as normal as he could. He didn't want to answer any questions he didn't want to be asked, although it was all he could think about. Truthfully, he just wanted to run and get out of this situation, but.. he didn't want to run, either. Just the fact that Malachai was acting like nothing happened, like he didn't literally just save his life a few days ago, was confusing enough and not to mention everything else.

"Uh, I guess.. The Armada though, it's bad. How's Ashen?" He couldn't bring himself to look at him, so instead his silver eyes looked literally anywhere else. When he spotted a cluster of crystals near by, he instinctively took a few steps to his side and away from them. He couldn't help but feel like the crystals had something to do with the incident.

"Speech."