Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180512034925

Prad's own flesh is briefly invaded by the metal man, though he too, said naught. His own burns, while healing, must not have been agreable for anyone within a wiff's distance. Who was he to speak of discomfort to the smell when he's been burning at arms like a brazier for a while longer than the metal man?

No, instead, he simply looks back at the man distancing in his pace, before his eyes lower to his own injuries. The major burns had died out, but they still smolder. "I'm still useless..." he whispers, waiting for the group to be at a certain distance before he too, follows...