[Well, the Traveler is his friend, Furina. You'll just have to wait your turn. It isn't as though he didn't already tell you of other things yet to come to pass.
He glances down, at the pile of leaves he was so convinced was her.]
... There is something unnatural in this place that plays with the senses, I can tell you that much for certain. If you believe that you see a dead body, examine it closely to be certain.
[It is very rare that Neuvillette completely closes down a subject - usually it is Furina who does so - but after those words, that's exactly what he does. His expression shutters for a moment like it does when he delivers a final judgement, and then he quickly moves on to his next observation.]
The storm outside is an angry one, the raindrops containing some of the purest rage I have ever encountered. Whatever force propels it is well beyond my ability to disrupt, especially this far from the power of the Primordial Sea. I can assume that the Hydro Archon would have no more success.
[Just. You know. In case she wanted that information. For reasons.]
As for our more immediate environment... Though the motion feels like that of a ship in a storm, there is no sea outside. Nor have I been able to detect any distant lights through any of the windows or glass doors, though they could easily have disappeared in the force of the rain - there is something protecting the inner areas from the worst of it. My intention was to investigate a balcony for a clearer picture when you arrived.
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He glances down, at the pile of leaves he was so convinced was her.]
... There is something unnatural in this place that plays with the senses, I can tell you that much for certain. If you believe that you see a dead body, examine it closely to be certain.
[It is very rare that Neuvillette completely closes down a subject - usually it is Furina who does so - but after those words, that's exactly what he does. His expression shutters for a moment like it does when he delivers a final judgement, and then he quickly moves on to his next observation.]
The storm outside is an angry one, the raindrops containing some of the purest rage I have ever encountered. Whatever force propels it is well beyond my ability to disrupt, especially this far from the power of the Primordial Sea. I can assume that the Hydro Archon would have no more success.
[Just. You know. In case she wanted that information. For reasons.]
As for our more immediate environment... Though the motion feels like that of a ship in a storm, there is no sea outside. Nor have I been able to detect any distant lights through any of the windows or glass doors, though they could easily have disappeared in the force of the rain - there is something protecting the inner areas from the worst of it. My intention was to investigate a balcony for a clearer picture when you arrived.