Slowly, Croy let go of her, his hands falling by his sides limply.
Dani was at the bottom, in a crumpled pile, surrounded by a a ring or soil and rock, covered and dampened by blood and... and some other strange, fowl-smelling bile of sorts, and well as chunks of and unknown source. Dani wasnt lying- this was indeed a messy process.
Dani himself wasnt looking all to good- as if he was only just now starting to heal from the slow, painful process. His hair was matted and falling down around his face in uneven streaks, his eyes were partly open, yet staring at nothing. His skin- his fair, cool, once beautiful skin- all the skin that was exposed, was bloody, bruised, and almost transparent. Some places, it was still broken. Here, in this state, Dani looked more like some sort of alien then a human.
Almost as a reaction to Isaac, Dani started to seemingly gag, revolt, and spat out spatters of blood on the wall.