[That is what it is, then. The Drifter just...needs a moment to recover. It's strenuous to use that much of yourself when you're already dying from the sickness gnawing at your lungs and your heart, and this island's rules are unforgiving. It is a good thing they do not need to speak now, in some respects; doubtless that would drain their fluttering, slightly wheezing lungs faster.]
no subject
just a drifter
you?