Clarisse "Claire" Rosdahl | Female | 20 | Human | Tag: Nicholas
Clarisse passed weaved through the people, trying to keep her eyes on the man whom she was supposed to follow. She noticed him wheezing and covering his mouth. Had he been sick this whole time? Claire felt idiotic for not noticing earlier. Obviously he was seriously ill, he was pale as snow, staggering his walk, and on top of that his eyes... they are almost red with a golden hue. Thinking it must be some sort of unheard virus, Clarisse continued on walking. After a while, she spotted him under a tree. "H-hey! Phew,you sure walk fast for somebody in critical condition. Speaking of which, are you okay? You really should go see a doctor or something," she suggest with a slight tone of concern.
Clarisse passed weaved through the people, trying to keep her eyes on the man whom she was supposed to follow. She noticed him wheezing and covering his mouth. Had he been sick this whole time? Claire felt idiotic for not noticing earlier. Obviously he was seriously ill, he was pale as snow, staggering his walk, and on top of that his eyes... they are almost red with a golden hue. Thinking it must be some sort of unheard virus, Clarisse continued on walking. After a while, she spotted him under a tree. "H-hey! Phew,you sure walk fast for somebody in critical condition. Speaking of which, are you okay? You really should go see a doctor or something," she suggest with a slight tone of concern.