[She's shivering a little, and when she answers her voice is softer, breathier. Distant and tired.] This isn't a disease, but it acts like one. [It takes a visible effort for her to pull away, almost as though her hands have been glued to the trunk. Her fingertips come away last, and she staggers, devoid of her natural grace for a moment. For a moment her skin looks ashen grey, drawn tight over her face so that the underlying bone structure is more apparent, but then she shakes her head and the impression is gone. She's actually startled to see him standing there, and grabs his wrist, pulling him out of the blighted area.] It's not safe for you in there!
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