[Cass moves quickly through the tunnels, but her steps are delicate, motions mindful. The smell of sewage doesn't bother her, particularly, but the smell of decay, of open, weeping wounds - it's all too familiar, and it aches in her nostrils.
She wonders, again, if she should be here. She thought long and hard on it, ultimately deciding that if there were secrets being held here, she owed it to herself, to the rest of them - to the city - to find them.
But she feels like an intruder here, no matter how quiet her breaths, how reverent her movements.
She's about to turn a corner when the sound of gagging stops her. Not a kedan, she thinks, but all the same she peers round warily.
A - smaller turtle. Well, that's unexpected, but that part isn't important. He's upset, and he's alone, and she approaches him slowly and softly.]
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She wonders, again, if she should be here. She thought long and hard on it, ultimately deciding that if there were secrets being held here, she owed it to herself, to the rest of them - to the city - to find them.
But she feels like an intruder here, no matter how quiet her breaths, how reverent her movements.
She's about to turn a corner when the sound of gagging stops her. Not a kedan, she thinks, but all the same she peers round warily.
A - smaller turtle. Well, that's unexpected, but that part isn't important. He's upset, and he's alone, and she approaches him slowly and softly.]