[Luckily, Eridanus is the last person who could ever judge anyone for what Riley is going through. He has, and will continue to do much worse things than taking far too much pain medication for melted feet.
Still, he can't help but laugh at the way she describes her experience. The sound of it is cheery, despite the grotesque content of their conversation.]
"Hmm... there are a few words I would use to describe. Charred? Torched? Seared? Though that last one reminds me too much of steak."
[Another indulgent laugh, and then the sounds of someone shifting, because now he's lying on his back with his laptop across his belly. Might as well get comfy.]
"You don't seem too happy about your bird-feet. The last time I saw you, you were sprouting wings, as well.
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Still, he can't help but laugh at the way she describes her experience. The sound of it is cheery, despite the grotesque content of their conversation.]
"Hmm... there are a few words I would use to describe. Charred? Torched? Seared? Though that last one reminds me too much of steak."
[Another indulgent laugh, and then the sounds of someone shifting, because now he's lying on his back with his laptop across his belly. Might as well get comfy.]
"You don't seem too happy about your bird-feet. The last time I saw you, you were sprouting wings, as well.
I think a harpy suits you, Riley."