[In the split second she has to react, Lunafreya sees the knife. Quickly, she puts a hand on Lalli's arm.]
Please, wait.
[A recently sickly princess probably can't stop someone as battle-ready as Lalli, but her fingers tighten slightly all the same. With narrowing eyes, she continues to scrutinize the undead bird as it hops about the demonstrating necromancer. Slowly, she says:]
I'm not sure how, but it isn't... [For once, Lunafreya's not sure how to proceed. How does she explain how wrong it seems that something doesn't seem fundamentally wrong with a reanimated corpse, that it doesn't flood her with nearly enough instinctive disgust? The gifts in her bloodline should rebel at the sight, and yet--then it clicks.] There's no sign of blight or infection. Do you see?
[However the undead work in Lalli's world, Eos's Oracle can't go white mage on a curse that ain't there.]
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Please, wait.
[A recently sickly princess probably can't stop someone as battle-ready as Lalli, but her fingers tighten slightly all the same. With narrowing eyes, she continues to scrutinize the undead bird as it hops about the demonstrating necromancer. Slowly, she says:]
I'm not sure how, but it isn't... [For once, Lunafreya's not sure how to proceed. How does she explain how wrong it seems that something doesn't seem fundamentally wrong with a reanimated corpse, that it doesn't flood her with nearly enough instinctive disgust? The gifts in her bloodline should rebel at the sight, and yet--then it clicks.] There's no sign of blight or infection. Do you see?
[However the undead work in Lalli's world, Eos's Oracle can't go white mage on a curse that ain't there.]