Re: [the woods - cave mouth: adrian/newt]
The Obscurus was oleaginous, amorphous, a dark, writhing mass bound only by the power of its Obscurial. Newt'd been around enough creatures for long enough to know he should never think himself above attack. It was hardly personal. Flight was the more common option, as the risk wasn't nearly as great, but that didn't mean 'fight' didn't happen. It did. Newt had the scars to prove it. He wasn't fearless, there in the cave. But, Newt'd always been brave. He moved forward, regardless, his gaze moving over the ripples overhead and the seep underfoot.
He could sense the sort of weight deeper in the cave. Through the unease and through the ash, he'd an idea that Adrian was hiding almost. He walked on, the Obscurus shifting out from beneath his boots. "Adrian. I'd like to help you, if I can." Newt's voice was soft, as it almost always was, and his tone was beseeching and genuine. He followed the flow of the dark magic, and he kept from lighting his wandtip, for fear of startling Obscurus and Obscurial alike. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'd only like to make certain you're all right. Can I?"