[When it evolves into a Marowak, y'all are fucked, it swears. For now, however, Cubone just seems to be getting more upset that it's impressive intimidation techniques aren't working. It seems to calm down a bit, however, as Zulf pets along its head.]

That's different. [And for the love of the Pantheon, please do not mention necromancy.]

And how? It took ages to come up with a cure for it back in the Terminals, and the plague acts so quickly to being with! They might not find anything there, it might not survive the trip, they might be too late, anything could happen!

[It might be a bit obvious now why he's been relentlessly working himself to the bone. With nothing else to keep his hands and mind busy, his thoughts immediately turn to the worst case scenarios. He's outright crying now, unable to wipe it away with one hand cradling the Cubone and the other swatting at Colin to try and get him to stop hugging him. The insistent waving of a club bone ineffectively adds to this.]