Ford recognized Ty's voice and reached out to grab his arm, clinging to it like an anchor in a storm. Pushing his mask up onto his forehead hadn't helped ease his breathing, but it had made everything a touch too bright, which meant Ford was left blinking at Tycho for a moment and trying to sort out the mess of shadows in his costume. A raven, of course. He might have guessed.
Ty had asked if he was alright, and the truthful answer was no, but he decided to skip over it and jump straight to the explanation. "They're making people drink potions to get in," Ford said while his grip on Ty's arm tightened slightly. He presumed the horror of this situation would be self-evident.
Ty had asked if he was alright, and the truthful answer was no, but he decided to skip over it and jump straight to the explanation. "They're making people drink potions to get in," Ford said while his grip on Ty's arm tightened slightly. He presumed the horror of this situation would be self-evident.
Set by Lady!