[When Lalli says no, Onni flinches a little at first, until he registers that it's not entirely directed at him. While Lalli puts his hands over his ears and squeezes his eyes shut, Onni turns his attention to the space around them, scanning for anything that might be setting his cousin off, something that might explain what he's hearing and seeing besides the obvious.

But there's nothing else. The wind is blowing through tree branches, sending leaves scuttling across the ground, and in the distance something man-made clatters against something else. Nothing alarming, nothing dangerous. Onni's eyes go back to the hulking dead beast again, watches as the wind stirs a faint cloud of red around it, and then looks back at Lalli as his face crumples into confusion.

Reaching out carefully, he brushes his hands against Lalli's shoulders before taking gentle hold of his upper arms and leaning in a bit.]

Whatever corrupted that beast can make us see things, hear things that aren't real.

[Carefully, as reassuringly as possible, he squeezes at Lalli's arms, trying to give him something solid to ground himself with.]

It's not the rash, so it doesn't matter if you're immune or not, but the mask keeps it out. You'll have to trust me for a few minutes, until we're somewhere we know is safe.

[A hesitation, because he worries that might be too much to ask of their currently frayed relationship, but he has to try.]

Lalli, look at me?