He groans, looking away from her and toward a puddle of blood on the ground. "That Gods forsaken Ray of Sickness." he waves a clawed hand, red curling up his fingers like he'd dug those nails into his prey. His throat sounds hoarse, something painful to talk through, "Didn't wear off." Or, I was playing BG3 and the spell "Ray of Sickness" made me want to write a sickfic. so. here it is! -=- 1,738wc - 12/29/23