[ there are quicker methods to acquiring knowledge here – gossip, more like – than wasting nondescript hours wandering the many districts of stygia. the netherwork is meant to be some sort of beacon for free flowing communication. keith tried it, once, and instantly regretted ever entrusting shiro’s well being in a handful of strangers. he’s doing much the same now, actually, except it feels like he’s accomplishing more by putting his feet to the street and digging for information himself.

funny he should feel that way, considering he’s acquired nothing useful thus far. well, except a companion who may or may not prove to be useful.

seems the coughing fits are affecting more than just a few. apparently, even the netherworld isn’t immune to epidemics. recurring ones, too. the last restless that indulged them? Giggled with lacking concern, prattling on about it being a sickness of the heart and that they ought to be with those they love, before continuing on her way. keith stares after her for an extended moment, only to scoff dismissive and… pouty. the crossed arms only accentuate the mood. ]

… Dunno what she’s talking about. It’s obviously something with the lungs.

[ on cue, he gives a little cough, throat twinging. ]

But maybe it’s not a big deal. If it’s happened before, people get better.

[ … everyone gets better…? ]