[ falco nods and flips his cloak away from his side to unsheath a knife, a pocket model he'd been carrying since his time in south sister. one drop would mean he only had to prick a finger, and right by ahiru, he lowered his hand to show her what would happen, and not to worry. just enough pressure applied to his fingertip allowed a bead of milky white paleblood to come out, followed by the pressure of his squeezing hand to make more of it readily available.
otisse chuckles under her breath; courageous boy used to blood sacrifices, she sees. when the woman looks at him expectantly and gestures to hand the knife onward, falco worries his lip. ]
I— She can't use the same blade as me, [ bowing his head, ] sorry.
[ it was a matter of possibly being infectious with an eldritch ghost parasite. tipping her head in acknowledgment, otisse searches about for a clean blade to use . . . ah, a needle. even better for the occasion. if ahiru would rather do it herself or ask otisse to do it for her is up to her. ]
cw: mild self harm (for science)
otisse chuckles under her breath; courageous boy used to blood sacrifices, she sees. when the woman looks at him expectantly and gestures to hand the knife onward, falco worries his lip. ]
I— She can't use the same blade as me, [ bowing his head, ] sorry.
[ it was a matter of possibly being infectious with an eldritch ghost parasite. tipping her head in acknowledgment, otisse searches about for a clean blade to use . . . ah, a needle. even better for the occasion. if ahiru would rather do it herself or ask otisse to do it for her is up to her. ]