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[fridgetothefire]

[When the view clicks on, Anya is obviously changed. She has the glowing blue eyes, and her skin looks almost grey. She isn't quite light-skinned enough for classic pallor, but the color is leached from her face. She sits still and straight, with a degree of composure that is, in fact, precisely normal for her. She missed breakfast today, and now it's quite clear why.]

I've allowed Arthas to make me into a zombie for a few days. It is entirely temporary, and I am in control of myself and my faculties. There is no need for anyone to be alarmed.

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[with_my_teacup]

His sense of smell is shot. Apparently he smells magic now.

So that's a thing.

He knows me, though. Partner, c'mere. NO NOT THE CHEST. DOWN. Good boy.

...yeah you can have some.

[He offers a fingertip dollop of pate -- which has mostly vanished, he eats fast-- to the dog, even though he can't taste it.]