[Ferran is already mildly startled by the appearance of a living thing in the ruins of his own house to begin with—and it glowing like it's halfway to catching the place on fire again only sets him further on edge. And then it talks.]
Gwaugh!
[He stumbles over his feet and a fallen beam to hide behind a broken piece of wall, managing to only wince briefly at the jarring of his injured arm. He has no cast, only a sling, and the coat he wears hides the exact nature of the injury, but with how gingerly he moves it even as he peeks out to glare at the creature, the severity is clear enough.
His frantic whisper is mostly at himself. He really hopes he's not losing it.]
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Gwaugh!
[He stumbles over his feet and a fallen beam to hide behind a broken piece of wall, managing to only wince briefly at the jarring of his injured arm. He has no cast, only a sling, and the coat he wears hides the exact nature of the injury, but with how gingerly he moves it even as he peeks out to glare at the creature, the severity is clear enough.
His frantic whisper is mostly at himself. He really hopes he's not losing it.]
What the hell—?!