[ The exact words get tuned out. They're not strictly necessary, only the tone, the feeling attached - and while he winds himself up they tug off one glove, snapping their fingers for a spark of Sacred Flame (weak, flickering, useless) so they can get a better look at- ]
There.
[ At first, they almost write it off as a symptom of exhaustion. They haven't slept since- before, after all, and Alex's face growing hazy in the dim light could easily have been just a trick. But there's no mistaking the dark cloud on the exhale now that they're watching for it. ]
You- um. You're breathing out some kind of... fog, while you're talking.
[ Exactly two seconds after saying that does it occur to them that he'll only freak out more with context. Oh well. Now they know, and knowing is half the battle. ]
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There.
[ At first, they almost write it off as a symptom of exhaustion. They haven't slept since- before, after all, and Alex's face growing hazy in the dim light could easily have been just a trick. But there's no mistaking the dark cloud on the exhale now that they're watching for it. ]
You- um. You're breathing out some kind of... fog, while you're talking.
[ Exactly two seconds after saying that does it occur to them that he'll only freak out more with context. Oh well. Now they know, and knowing is half the battle. ]