[ Her gaze snaps to him, then away-- a telltale sign that he's pretty much guessed correctly. Researching the tombstone might have helped with other things, namely, solving more of this world's mysteries, but for her purposes... She's only ever been trying to survive. To survive and to become stronger, to protect those she cares about.
The tombstone failed. The altar is a no-go. She found a chalice and-- that, too, failed. It's been a frustrating half a year's worth of work. ]
I'm mortal. [ She states, simply, but her voice is strained. Mortals' lives are short and they are weak, but that shouldn't be a surprise to him. She draws a breath, watching him as he appears to puzzle her words out. ] ...And I'm sick.
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The tombstone failed. The altar is a no-go. She found a chalice and-- that, too, failed. It's been a frustrating half a year's worth of work. ]
I'm mortal. [ She states, simply, but her voice is strained. Mortals' lives are short and they are weak, but that shouldn't be a surprise to him. She draws a breath, watching him as he appears to puzzle her words out. ] ...And I'm sick.