[Eresh is probably too deep in her grief to see a. Dragon? It's the size of a small cat-- approach her...it wiggles through the air, three of its limbs wrapped in bandages, the fourth paddling as if swimming.
It alights near Eresh's hunched form, seeming to tug a water bottle out of nowhere and push it toward the weeping goddess. If she doesn't notice, it'll gently headbutt her arm, giving a soft trill that may be worry.
Eresh will...not know this, but this is Dan Heng. A reduced form he's stuck in for now to help his own recovery. It's...made checking on those he's worried about a bit difficult, but he can't just ignore Lady Ereshkigal's sobs. She was sick and delirious even before the rituals started, he can't even imagine how hard the rest of it was on her...]
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It alights near Eresh's hunched form, seeming to tug a water bottle out of nowhere and push it toward the weeping goddess. If she doesn't notice, it'll gently headbutt her arm, giving a soft trill that may be worry.
Eresh will...not know this, but this is Dan Heng. A reduced form he's stuck in for now to help his own recovery. It's...made checking on those he's worried about a bit difficult, but he can't just ignore Lady Ereshkigal's sobs. She was sick and delirious even before the rituals started, he can't even imagine how hard the rest of it was on her...]