[ Theon doesn’t remember contacting Claire. Maybe he never did. Maybe Maximus contacted her, or someone saw him stumbling about trying to get home and informed her. Or maybe, and most likely, she’s psychic and just knows he’s returned. Either way, he should know to expect her sooner or later, but he still can’t stop from startling any time someone is allowed through the door.
He’s a pale skeleton, looking uncomfortable even seated on the bed. Alison is gone, but Nagga sits beside him, her head on his lap. Everything about him has gone pale. His hair is snow white, his skin has taken on an unhealthy grey pallor, and even his eyes have lost their light. He was beneath the Dreadfort for longer than six months, but it feels as though he’s aged a hundred years. ]
Did you miss me?
[ His voice is quiet, an eerie rasp to match his ghostly appearance. He smirks feebly, but shows no teeth. If he did, she would see that his mouth is a ruin as well. ]
CLAIRE
He’s a pale skeleton, looking uncomfortable even seated on the bed. Alison is gone, but Nagga sits beside him, her head on his lap. Everything about him has gone pale. His hair is snow white, his skin has taken on an unhealthy grey pallor, and even his eyes have lost their light. He was beneath the Dreadfort for longer than six months, but it feels as though he’s aged a hundred years. ]
Did you miss me?
[ His voice is quiet, an eerie rasp to match his ghostly appearance. He smirks feebly, but shows no teeth. If he did, she would see that his mouth is a ruin as well. ]