Round 143

Halie moved closer to Silra, her expression showing both concern and barely contained anxiety. The building's persistent thrumming seemed to vibrate through the very air, a constant reminder of their precarious situation.

"I approach Silra where she works by the window," Halie began, her voice trying to maintain its usual steadiness but betraying a slight tremor. "trying to keep my voice steady despite the building's insistent thrumming." She glanced toward Jeane, her eyes flickering with an unnatural crimson glow that hadn't quite faded yet.

"What if she's right?" Halie asked, the words feeling wrong even as they left her mouth. "What if there are quicker ways to satisfy the building?" Her genuine concern for their safety warred with her growing unease about Jeane's increasingly erratic behavior and the mounting pressure from the structure itself.

The question hung in the air, a dangerous seed of doubt planted amidst their desperate situation. Halie knew she was walking a fine line between maintaining group cohesion and potentially unleashing something far more dangerous than mere structural instability.