[It's her. Her voice, even if it's clearly struggling, her concerns, her expression. His shoulders fall as he floods with uncertain relief.]
Blake.
[There's no point in hesitating any further (even if it is a trick), and he strides forward in a hurry to sit down facing her on the bed. He wants to reach for her hand just to make sure, but first—his expression darkens slightly for half a second. Minato.]
He's... not fine, but alive. Recovering. You were—
[His voice is caught in his throat for moment, staring at the face that's been corrupted by the awful magic of this forest, but he gets a hold of himself enough to continue a little further.]
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Blake.
[There's no point in hesitating any further (even if it is a trick), and he strides forward in a hurry to sit down facing her on the bed. He wants to reach for her hand just to make sure, but first—his expression darkens slightly for half a second. Minato.]
He's... not fine, but alive. Recovering. You were—
[His voice is caught in his throat for moment, staring at the face that's been corrupted by the awful magic of this forest, but he gets a hold of himself enough to continue a little further.]
You and Farnese died. I didn't think you were...