“…”
*she got up and walked to the puddle grazing her hand over it gently*
“Babe…are you okay…please tell me you’re okay..?”
(Going to post)

uhm.......bad news. and good news.
cross..well. something inside him...strangled riptide. to.uh..the point....of him.....
*she sighs.*
hes just a puddle. i dont know if hes dead, resting, or unconscious

the good news is you can still go into his mind to talk to him.

Yes artsy?”
*she purred tilting her head with a smile”

uh,.....faded. may i...talk to you