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nomi gives directions; blix, like dio, is quick to oblige, grasping the deerskin between her teeth. does it taste, she wonders, the way that man's skin had in furi's mouth? a sly part of her hopes the captive will make some motion to escape, just so she can experience for herself what it feels like to be someone's death. 

despite the solemnity of the situation she's vibrating as dio rumbles for them to move, suppressing it as best she can -- she doesn't need nomi or dio thinking she's still some hotheaded little child, even if secretly, she still kind of is. blix straightens her back and keeps her eyes trained on rosalyn's movements as they make their way forward.