[First time, Donal walks on past. He has a job to do. He narrows his vision, like a horse with blinders on, a trick he is very good at. If his eyes flick once, to the side, and takes in the other prisoners, and then the bundle of a person, and that faint green glow, well, he don't let it show.
Second time, on the way back, with two big sacks of supplies in his arms, he notes that someone else is seeing to the other prisoners. They will, surely, move onto the cell next. He walks on past.
Third time, the prisoners are gone and the person is still in the cell. So.
Donal sighs, quietly. He stops beside the cell. Is there breathing? Is this a corpse? He watches for a moment, then crouches.]
Hey.
[If he's talking to a corpse, he's going to be really annoyed.]
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Second time, on the way back, with two big sacks of supplies in his arms, he notes that someone else is seeing to the other prisoners. They will, surely, move onto the cell next. He walks on past.
Third time, the prisoners are gone and the person is still in the cell. So.
Donal sighs, quietly. He stops beside the cell. Is there breathing? Is this a corpse? He watches for a moment, then crouches.]
Hey.
[If he's talking to a corpse, he's going to be really annoyed.]