#vittorio 'i need a nap' toscano

[dimensionalspades]

.     He's lounging back on the log behind him like he's ready to sleep, but he wasn't quite ready to yet. The warmth of the fire keeps him comfortable, though, arms crossed loosely over his front.

He worried about her. She was so terribly young to have here, but there was nothing any of them could do to help her, spare her. She was just as trapped and none of them chose who went into the trials. At the question, he chuckled.

"Where I originally intended to go," he replied. Energy swam over his tattoos. "Out of a dungeon. But now? Back home." He shifted in his place, leaning foward with elbows on his knees. "Portoscuro was by the ocean. You could smell the seawater from miles away and in the evenings, it was like a painter spilled their paints along the horizon, beautiful pinks and blues and oranges- magnificent to see. You have seen a... terrible version of my home. But the entity decided to curse it further by removing the ocean in this hell."

"Old man," Ellie taunts, poking the fire with a handy stick. It doesn't do anything, but the sparks it sends into the air as the logs shift are pretty. Truth is, she's isn't ready for another round either. They come thick and fast, and though she always wakes up intact and uninjured, that doesn't make the pain any less real. Not that she's going to admit to any of that. Never. She wants the others all to think she's a little bit mad, eager for another round, but ultimately unbothered by the horrors.

"Oh, yeah?" She looks at him, poking stick forgotten. "Where would we go? C'mon, paint me a word picture. Say you got the best night sleep ever and you got all your energy back. Where are you teleporting us to?"