( the answer to "how safe is necromancy, really?" comes down to a flat answer of "it depends," and there are many variables to take into consideration. harrow has worked herself to physical exhaustion more times than she could count on two hands, but it is an art she has mastery over, so she feels little need to be wary of it. she is aware of her own physical limits, and she would not surpass them for something like this.
there is a jagged shard of something lodged in her that seems remiss to simply walk away. a bizarre feeling, certainly — if there had ever been a side of harrowhark that had yearned for meaningful companionship, she had smothered it in the crib. but it comes to her gradually as he continues, materializing simply: knowledge. there was only so much she could surmise; she is a stranger here, and very little of the pre-Resurrection world made much sense to her at all.
so she poses a slightly different offer: ) Information, then. ( she raises one sleeve to dab at her nose; it's started bleeding by this point. ) Cross. Walk with me. Answer my questions about this place. ( her lips curl faintly in a sneer. ) I am being more than generous with this.
( but her silence before was a tacit acknowledgement: her necromantic stamina does have limits, so he would have to move quickly if he wanted to make it across unhurried (or at all). )
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( the answer to "how safe is necromancy, really?" comes down to a flat answer of "it depends," and there are many variables to take into consideration. harrow has worked herself to physical exhaustion more times than she could count on two hands, but it is an art she has mastery over, so she feels little need to be wary of it. she is aware of her own physical limits, and she would not surpass them for something like this.
there is a jagged shard of something lodged in her that seems remiss to simply walk away. a bizarre feeling, certainly — if there had ever been a side of harrowhark that had yearned for meaningful companionship, she had smothered it in the crib. but it comes to her gradually as he continues, materializing simply: knowledge. there was only so much she could surmise; she is a stranger here, and very little of the pre-Resurrection world made much sense to her at all.
so she poses a slightly different offer: ) Information, then. ( she raises one sleeve to dab at her nose; it's started bleeding by this point. ) Cross. Walk with me. Answer my questions about this place. ( her lips curl faintly in a sneer. ) I am being more than generous with this.
( but her silence before was a tacit acknowledgement: her necromantic stamina does have limits, so he would have to move quickly if he wanted to make it across unhurried (or at all). )