He’s had so many gashes and wounds over his life that a quick slice followed by a complete heal and a snack is not that bad.
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( Niki fishes a white cloth out of her bag.)
(drapes it over her head)
(knife in hand)
Niki: Erm… I need blood.
(party looks nervously at each other)
Lysander: Does it have to be specific?
Niki: No, it can be any kind, I think. But it has to be warm.
(Lysander offers her his arm)
Niki: Are you sure? This is going to hurt. A lot.
Lysander: It won’t kill me, will it?
Niki: No, but you will be woozy for a time. You’d be surprised at how much blood a human can lose before they die.
Lysander: This is all my fault. If it will help convince your gods to help her, it’s least I can do.
(Niki holds his arm above her head and slashes.)
(lets the blood run over her face a bit before closing it up. Bradley is terrified.)
(Niki, covered in blood, begins chanting, eyes closed and arms raised. Bradley is trying not to be sick. Poor little space boy.)