[ In front of him, the wyvern shifts on its feet as the bowl fills with blood, trails of it streaking down the sides. He's pretty well aware of pain and blood loss thresholds, so he hands the bowl off to another shaman so he can take another. It's gotten all over his his hands in the process — it's weird that it stays warm almost, warmer than human blood.
He keeps his eyes on the creature even when Nami moves closer to try and allay the fear he doesn't have. Dipping his chin, he keeps his voice low among the chanting and passing around of blood. ]
I'm okay. This guy will be too.
[ He'll probably just need a big meal afterwards. There goes another bowl, until there's enough to get passed around between the party. He nods aside. ]
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He keeps his eyes on the creature even when Nami moves closer to try and allay the fear he doesn't have. Dipping his chin, he keeps his voice low among the chanting and passing around of blood. ]
I'm okay. This guy will be too.
[ He'll probably just need a big meal afterwards. There goes another bowl, until there's enough to get passed around between the party. He nods aside. ]
Ready?