𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕

[aberratic]

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Verso arches an eyebrow at the explanation. (He is, in fact, far more familiar with chroma than the rest of the expedition; but he won’t mention it. It’s not exactly a realm of expertise he can safely discuss without tipping his hand.)

“Of course I eat dinner, it’s not like I’m inhuman,” he says, with a huff of joking fake affront. “But thank you.”

He accepts the plate and moves to sit down on a convenient nearby log, plate balanced against his knees. One hand absentmindedly rubs at the black inkstain on his wrist.

“How are the others?” he asks. Maybe a little nervous to be asking. He’s been giving them space and time and distance, holding himself apart and letting them come to him rather than forcing himself on the expeditioners too fast too soon. Letting some of the hotter tempers subside. (He’s still considering, perhaps, if it’s time to scrap this attempt and abandon them and try again next year. The jury’s still out.)

[aberratic]

"Oh, forgive me for not knowing how immortality works," she teases, "you can shrug off a lancelier spear through the kidney, but an empty stomach—"

It very abrupty, visibly occurs to Ness, with a dramatic blanching of her face and shocked widening of her eyes, that if Verso still has to eat, he can still starve, and if he can starve, but he can't die of starvation—

"Putain de merde, I'd take the spear, actually," she mutters. The inkblot around her wrist burbles, distraught, and Ness flicks her hand in a tight crescent, dissipating the squid into glittering chroma. The glint of its light fades on the wind, taking the implied horror with it, and she moves on to his actual question.

"The others are alright. Simone's calmed Lisette down, convinced her that you're a resource we can't afford to pass up, which..."

Gross, in a certain way, Verso's a person, not a resource—but if it's what it takes to get Lisette to keep him around... Ness shrugs, and sighs, and gives him a what can you do? look.

"You can probably camp with us tomorrow, if you want to. I understand if you'd prefer to be by yourself, though."