... I'm not sure how much faith I put in things going as they are "meant" to in this realm.
[Listen, you get jumped by a Redead once during your training in the ancient temple slash historical torture facility and you learn to have a very healthy respect for the undead and their ilk.
Or he might just be paranoid. That is a valid option as well, as the ghouls haunting this graveyard aren't acting very Redead-like. The one that is now frozen in place is rightfully pissed off, obviously, clawing at its ice-covered legs in a bid for freedom, but the rest further in seem less interested in charging their guests, warded away by gently flickering paper lanterns dotted here and there among the graves. Though the flame in the next one over is looking pretty weak...
Sheik glances at his comrade in arms when no follow-up comes, and— there's something there, yes. A sense of déjà vu, or something like it, but the whens and wheres of it don't come immediately to mind with his focus split like this. Of course, there are no holders of the Triforce of Wisdom in Songerein, but if there were, the file cabinets of their mind would certainly be full to bursting. Give it a minute.
For now, though:] Are you... watching for something?
[... Wary as he is, he still may or may not be pushing himself up onto the balls of his feet in an attempt to match eye-lines. It does not help.]
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[Listen, you get jumped by a Redead once during your training in the ancient temple slash historical torture facility and you learn to have a very healthy respect for the undead and their ilk.
Or he might just be paranoid. That is a valid option as well, as the ghouls haunting this graveyard aren't acting very Redead-like. The one that is now frozen in place is rightfully pissed off, obviously, clawing at its ice-covered legs in a bid for freedom, but the rest further in seem less interested in charging their guests, warded away by gently flickering paper lanterns dotted here and there among the graves. Though the flame in the next one over is looking pretty weak...
Sheik glances at his comrade in arms when no follow-up comes, and— there's something there, yes. A sense of déjà vu, or something like it, but the whens and wheres of it don't come immediately to mind with his focus split like this. Of course, there are no holders of the Triforce of Wisdom in Songerein, but if there were, the file cabinets of their mind would certainly be full to bursting. Give it a minute.
For now, though:] Are you... watching for something?
[... Wary as he is, he still may or may not be pushing himself up onto the balls of his feet in an attempt to match eye-lines. It does not help.]