Cisco thought he heard someone say his name, but he wasn't sure, and his hand had turned into a vise around Percy's shoulder, but he didn't realize that, either. His vibe-vision shifted again, flashed forward back to the present. Or not the present. Before it, some dark seething thing held on to a brighter, but flickering presence that Cisco could recognize as Percy and the demon that held him. Orthax, he guessed. It was the scene he'd just watched, the redhead yelling, all of them standing around. But now his view was of what she'd seen, what she broke away. And how the essence of what was Percy was getting ... eaten. Chipped down and away.
Another flash and then Cisco wasn't there, he was back at the place they all seemed to call home, back in D&D land. Whitestone, he'd heard them call it. He watched the same ritual happen in a quickfire flash, but it didn't go the same. There was a woman there - all tiny and bright - instead and the other men who traveled with them.
Time moved forward, possibilities branching out from there again - realities where Percy didn't get back up, where someone else went down for him, too many to map out and Cisco's head's dull throb was turning into more of a sharp, icepick kind of stabbing.
Finally he was in a room with the same people, Percy looking about as tired as he did now, and a man he didn't recognize talking, his face changing as he did, starting to flash green and scaled. Someone yelled out a name-
And Cisco stumbled back letting go of Percy's arm as Keyleth pushed between them, her hand steadying Percy and the other one pushing Cisco back as she scowled. She didn't knock him over, but she pushed him away from Percy.
Cisco blinked, vision a little blurry with the headache. But it was fading as the visions did. "Uh." There were people looking at him, so he assumed it had been long enough for that to be noticeable. "Sorry," he said to Percy. He probably shouldn't say for your entire life, but it was a near thing. He'd really like to sit down and have a pound of Advil now.
Keyleth looked between him and Percy, a little distrustful again, since the man had just HELD ON to him and ignored his name and looked like something had been going on. But she didn't say anything, in case it was something else she just didn't know about yet, peering at Percy again instead and then starting to offer him her arm to lean on before stopping and looking back to Cassandra to let her take the spot if she wanted to instead.