[ He stares at her through narrowed eyes. Locking her in would be the logical thing to do. But even if he does, he has no idea who could even begin to deal with whatever possessed her. Seven hells, that's why the researchers asked for help in the first place, because they too had no idea what they were dealing with.
Emet-Selch grits his teeth. He really shouldn't care about some random mortal girl. He really shouldn't...
His fingers nimbly trace something in the air, too quick to see, which he flicks in her direction. She'll see a brief flash of light and then, hopefully, fall right to sleep. ]
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Emet-Selch grits his teeth. He really shouldn't care about some random mortal girl. He really shouldn't...
His fingers nimbly trace something in the air, too quick to see, which he flicks in her direction. She'll see a brief flash of light and then, hopefully, fall right to sleep. ]