Serpent Lake go for the throat

i'm immune... her words snake through the thick fog of uncertainty borne from the fever that burns him from the inside out — another shiver ripples along scarab's spine as if to remind him. a demon? the word sits meaningless in his mind, unable to connect what it is. not because of fever but because he's never heard of a demon before. while he's aware that maegi follows some sort of religion he still isn't familiar with terminology. the way the stranger speaks of exorcism, however, he can deduce that a demon is like a monster. for a brief moment, the phantom of his dreams flashes in his mind's eye but he chases it away.

scarab already knows he was a monster long before this fever.

can't be, he protests in another shiver. i was a monster long before ...this...this. he fumbles for a word to call the fever that wracks havoc on his body currently but falls short. a wave of frustration riles him, furrowing his brow and curls his lips back from his teeth for a moment. if you can't help me then just leave. scarab growls at her, his patience waning thin with each violent shiver that causes his body to tremble.

he isn't terribly far from fairspell meadow ...if he could just muster enough energy to stagger his way there he could get actual help.

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