A strange, warbling gurgle. Then: "Scy?"

Their voice doesn't sound quite right, undercut by a noise that sounds almost like a hiss or a rush of air through narrow channels. There's more movement, and now that Scy is closer, he would hear more clearly how heavy the dragging sound is, a slick, slithering weight.

"Don't-" Don't look. They couldn't say it. "I'm fine, just go."