[ The Knight - wanders. Now that the infection has passed, they've donned their hooded cloak once more. It's a somber grey; it matches their mood, their exhaustion at the past few days.
The moniker they were once given, 'little ghost', never seems more apt than it does now. They're more prone to bumping into others accidentally, or just standing there while people move around them, apparently staring into space.
But those they know who succumbed and returned galvanize them into action; they are almost frantic in their attempts to hold onto them again, to be reassured that they're all here and at least intact enough. (They are familiar with the concept of coming back with a little less). ]
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The moniker they were once given, 'little ghost', never seems more apt than it does now. They're more prone to bumping into others accidentally, or just standing there while people move around them, apparently staring into space.
But those they know who succumbed and returned galvanize them into action; they are almost frantic in their attempts to hold onto them again, to be reassured that they're all here and at least intact enough. (They are familiar with the concept of coming back with a little less). ]