[as soon as Rukkhadevata can confirm for herself that Dohalim is there with them without any lingering presence of the corruption, she releases him from the vines, her hand coming up to brush against his hair gently. Dohalim himself presses against Zhongli as his arms come up to cling onto him, trembling slightly at what had transpired.
"Dohalim..." Rukkhadevata starts, her voice soft as ever. "Can you recall anything? From your departure from the palace and your arrival here, or anything we've spoken about?"
that's the concerning thing, in Dohalim's view. he shakes his head, still panicked about the whole situation. it's as if he blacked out from the moment he'd fallen asleep, until just now. this has never happened with the corruption picking away at him; even at its deepest, Dohalim had always been even the slightest bit conscious. enough to remember what happened. this... this is different.
he shakes his head no, peeking at the goddess]
I don't... I don't remember a thing...
[had the corruption done something? is someone hurt? what happened..."]
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"Dohalim..." Rukkhadevata starts, her voice soft as ever. "Can you recall anything? From your departure from the palace and your arrival here, or anything we've spoken about?"
that's the concerning thing, in Dohalim's view. he shakes his head, still panicked about the whole situation. it's as if he blacked out from the moment he'd fallen asleep, until just now. this has never happened with the corruption picking away at him; even at its deepest, Dohalim had always been even the slightest bit conscious. enough to remember what happened. this... this is different.
he shakes his head no, peeking at the goddess]
I don't... I don't remember a thing...
[had the corruption done something? is someone hurt? what happened..."]