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[soulsrob]

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[soulsrob]

"Oh, Five, I always have time for you, it's not an interruption!"

At her little makeshift desk is stacks of paper, but even a cursory look will only show that she's been copying down poems, or re-creating sketches of other paintings she's seen.

She lets the door close behind him and takes a few steps back, folding her hands in front of her as she watches him. His question makes an eyebrow raise and she tilts her head, humming thoughtfully.

"They're a little off, but no more so than I suppose men out at sea all the time might be." Winnie responds airily, but she looks back at Five curiously, moving to sit on a chair. "But you think there's something more to it."

[somebadnews]

Five paces towards the center of the room before he turns back to her. He feels more comfortable this way, with her sitting and him having the illusion of height. He wonders if she does that intentionally for him, but banishes the thought so he can focus on what he came for.

"It could be nothing." But when is it ever nothing? The ship is clearly cursed, so it would make sense if the crew was too. "Karsa said they were missing something. I don't know what she meant, but they seem... wrong somehow. And I thought you might be able to tell."

He looks to Winnie to see if she follows, or remembers anything now that he's mentioned it. Taking cues from Karsa. These are dark days.

[soulsrob]

She watches him, blinking slowly, a predator cat watching potential prey. "Something like their souls, you mean?"

She sounds amused though, especially since he didn't seem to want to ask outright. "I haven't been close enough to try checking on their souls-- I'm afraid I'm not well-trained enough to be able to just detect things like that."

Winnie sits up a little then, eyebrow raised in interest. "Would you like me to check?"

[somebadnews]

He clenches his jaw when she connects those dots without him having to say any more. It'd be easy to just tell her yes, that he wants her to do what she did to him to settle a question he's obsessing over, but it feels like they should have some discussion first. Make sure this isn't just paranoia speaking.

"When you do that, can you tell anything else about them?" He only knows how it felt, not... how it was for her. "If it's there but part of it is missing, or unusual, could you see it?"