Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180511170255

Tirush shakes her head a little, clearing her nose. She takes whiffs of the air in Jorge's direction, and then she smells it. The bright red rot, the sharp, sickeningly sweet smell of burned flesh. While she isn't overly familiar with Jorge's scent, she does know his aura, and it is with rising alarm and widening eyes that she approaches him. Her voice is tense and nervous.

"Ken'dhov...are...are you burned?  I did not see...were you close to my flame?  Remove your armor, that I may see...let me see...I may be able...able to help."

While not actually trying to remove his armor, she fusses and prods him gently, like a nervous mother, as she looks him over.