[center][hr][hr][h1][color=bd33a4]I N D I G O [/color][/h1][hr][hr][/center][sub][color=bd33a4]Location: Medical & Outside The Crow's Nest[right][i]stranger danger[/i][/right][/color][hr][/sub]

[color=Lightcoral]"There isn't. If the bowl is saturated place it outside on the kart. I'll replace it for you. Let me know when you're fully washed and dressed. I'll need to perform a physical exam."[/color]

Indigo frowned but nodded obediently; something told the revenant that protesting wouldn't bode well for them. 

Towering over the privacy curtain, Indigo sat back down on the cot as to keep their body concealed while they worked at the dirt and blood caked to them like its own layer of skin. The progress was slow, at first, but once the layers of filth became saturated enough, they started falling off in chunks of dark brown and black. It was weird to feel air on their skin, they couldn't remember the last time they felt such a sensation. 

Along with the riddance of filth came the uncovering of more potent stenches from Indigo's unwashed frame. They smelled like death had died again and rotted inside itself, and as the stench was taken from their skin into the no longer sterile metal bowl, the odor started wafting through the air, hitting Indigo's nose differently and causing it to scrunch up in disgust. [color=bd33a4][i]Have I smelled like that this whole time?[/i][/color] Thank goodness the water Poppy supplied them with was infused with clean scents to help counteract what was plaguing the air around the taller individual.

Sheepishly, Indigo placed the bowl of what was now black water aside for the medic to replace, and when she did, the revenant took it graciously, repeating the process over and over again until they were ready to take the next step in cleansing themselves: the clothes. Uncomfortable with the situation, Indigo took their time removing the fabrics from their body, cowering behind the privacy curtain while they fumbled with the fresh set of clothes they were given. Grey shirt, black pants. Plain and simple. After the revenant finished cleaning the filth that was hidden beneath their old clothes, they began to dress in the new ones. Indigo appreciated that the pants covered the entirety of their legs instead of stopping at the calves like most tended to do. The shirt was loose and hung onto their bony shoulders like a blanket being hung on a line to dry. 

Clean for the first time since they woke up on that decrepit street.

Slowly emerging from behind the privacy screen, Indigo tugged absently at their shirt, bending down to put on their boots once more, this time with clean socks adorning their feet. Their arms, now clean, showed the littering of patchwork tattoos they had brought from their previous life. There were multiple pagan and norse sigils scattered through the wide array of inked imagery that started at their fingers and climbed all the way up to peak over the base of their throat. They stared at them blankly while deft fingers laced their boots up tight around their feet. As soon as they were done with the task, Indigo stood up and took in their surroundings, searching for that mane of fire that had requested giving them a physical exam, only to find her absent. It didn't take long for Indigo to figure out where she'd gone, though, following the sounds of voices with their acute hearing until they were standing on the other side of the broken stained glass window. They watched the strangers interact in silent observation, noticing the body language of the medic and the even newer face paired with Desmond who had gone out to meet up with them. 

Awkwardly, Indigo stood on the other side of the broken window, chewing on the inside of their cheek while averting their eyes to literally anything else so as not to continue staring. Their gaze could become quite intense when they spaced off, especially if it just so happened to be upon someone else's face. While attempting to find something else to study, they stared at the treeline they had appeared from, studying the winding branches and billowing leaves and--

Indigo squinted. There was something large in one of the trees, perhaps a bird of prey? [i][color=bd33a4]No, way too big to be an owl.[/color][/i] Thinking quickly, the revenant averted their gaze and pretended to continue to study other parts of the treeline while simultaneously exiting through the door to join the others outside. The lanky individual slowly approached Poppy, crouching down to play the act that they were simply helping the medic pick up glass. Without meeting her eyes, Indigo murmured, [color=bd33a4]"There's something in the treeline that's watching us,"[/color] and quickly flicked their gaze in the direction of the shape in question, just enough that it would catch Poppy's eyes without making it obvious what Indigo was doing. They continued helping pick up the glass, clumsily cutting themselves on a particularly sharp shard of green in the process. It healed quickly, not even giving the revenant a chance to notice the pain before it had already ceased. After a moment Indigo finally acknowledged the other two that were standing with Poppy, nodding towards them with a sheepish half-smile. Seemed to Indigo that it was a regular occurrence for people to randomly show up to the observatory unannounced. They made no effort to give their name seeing as they had a task in their head that blocked out any semblance of social niceties that needed attending to.