dungeons and dragons

Regi hadn't meant to make Behati paranoid about it as he casually spoke his thought out loud, not really thinking it through before allowing the words to leave his lips. The widening of her eyes and the way in which they moved between him and the water clued the bear in on the potential misgiving he might have caused and he shook his head. “I'm sure it's not. I wouldn't worry about it,” Regi attempted to console her because he kind of felt like a giant asshat for that, now. “Even if it is, you didn't actually drink it so you should be fine,” He attempted to continue (though he probably should have just shut up about it) as her stomach let out uneasy rumbles. It could have been anything — bad food or hunger. It was probably nothing more than sheer coincidence but she bolted all the same.

She took off into the depths of the cave, screaming something about the last one and lion turd. She'd already beat him even as he took after her, not as quick as her. His loud paw thuds echoed back at him as he reached the bottom, slowing to a cautious walk. It looked like he was a lion turd, but he couldn't focus on the fact that he lost. Not when there was an absence of someone to brag about not being a lion turd. He peeked over his shoulder and looked around, a feeling of unease (and perhaps guilt) settling into his gut as he realized that Behati was no where to be seen.

“Behati?” He called out, his own voice echoing around him. He hoped that the echos would carry and that she might give him some indication as to where she'd gone. Or if she was ok, at that.