"If they got this far, they'd have...they'd have gone to the medical tent," he says weakly. "They were going to look for help and warn everyone what happened to me."
Why didn't he stop them?? He takes a breath, hands clenching and unclenching. Guilt isn't going to help anyone right now. "A guiderope is a good thought. Do you have anything like that on hand? Whoever's going better make a quick run to collect supplies. It's only been three hours; they can't have gotten too far."
"I have no way of knowing who or what cursed me for certain," he tells Harrowheart, turning toward him in spite of the fact he can't see him. "But it was very targeted. I thought I saw...a very good friend of mine, in trouble. No one else saw anything but an ice formation."
Okay. Right. He can do this. "Antarctica--" He doesn't know anyone's names here, except Daredevil. He's probably met Kinner, but he doesn't recognize his voice, so now he has a nickname. "I need you to go get a guiderope and whatever other supplies the expedition desk can spare. Lights or flares if they have them, anything warm they'll let you take. Meet back here as soon as you can. Anyone who's not dressed to go out there? Suit up."
"Horvath, I need you to check the med tent and make sure the boys haven't been there. And you're gonna have to take me back to the shelter once the others get going. We can't leave the group alone for long."
"And you--you said you can hunt by scent?" He gestures vaguely in Harrowheart's direction. "What do you need, for that? Their trail would have started back at the shelter. It might be best to go back and start from there."
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Why didn't he stop them?? He takes a breath, hands clenching and unclenching. Guilt isn't going to help anyone right now. "A guiderope is a good thought. Do you have anything like that on hand? Whoever's going better make a quick run to collect supplies. It's only been three hours; they can't have gotten too far."
"I have no way of knowing who or what cursed me for certain," he tells Harrowheart, turning toward him in spite of the fact he can't see him. "But it was very targeted. I thought I saw...a very good friend of mine, in trouble. No one else saw anything but an ice formation."
Okay. Right. He can do this. "Antarctica--" He doesn't know anyone's names here, except Daredevil. He's probably met Kinner, but he doesn't recognize his voice, so now he has a nickname. "I need you to go get a guiderope and whatever other supplies the expedition desk can spare. Lights or flares if they have them, anything warm they'll let you take. Meet back here as soon as you can. Anyone who's not dressed to go out there? Suit up."
"Horvath, I need you to check the med tent and make sure the boys haven't been there. And you're gonna have to take me back to the shelter once the others get going. We can't leave the group alone for long."
"And you--you said you can hunt by scent?" He gestures vaguely in Harrowheart's direction. "What do you need, for that? Their trail would have started back at the shelter. It might be best to go back and start from there."