[Cantarella withdraws it from the little satchel she's started using to carry around her essentials as research has ramped up, since I can't pretend that she just pulls things out of her cleavage hammerspace anymore. It's not feasible.]
Here. It seems quite silent. I suppose I'm meant to know when the right time to use it is.
[Unfortunately, they won't be able to hear anything through the conch yet, which is somehow even more terrifying than if it were just people screaming.]
[Cantarella looks at the silent conch, her expression pinched and a little unreadable. At first, she hadn't thought Lobelia had any trust in her at all, the way they sparred like she was sitting across the table from a Montelli. Now...]
He did say they served as communicators. I'll keep it on hand, especially now that the entire group knows of his infection.
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[He's clinging onto anything that isn't sinking into the bone deep stress of this last week.]
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Here. It seems quite silent. I suppose I'm meant to know when the right time to use it is.
[Unfortunately, they won't be able to hear anything through the conch yet, which is somehow even more terrifying than if it were just people screaming.]
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Perhaps he's given you a channel of your own to reach him... or someone else.
[For an extended definition of "someone".]
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He did say they served as communicators. I'll keep it on hand, especially now that the entire group knows of his infection.
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