A person's breathing tattletales on them. By watching the rise and fall of their chest, shape of their mouth, rhythm, and shape of their diaphragm a person with keen sight can tell if they are in love, afflicted with asthma, telling a lie...or if their life force is being assaulted by extra-planar vermin.
"Vleks!"
Zahra studied enough taxidermy of the exotic sort to know that exactly after seeing Jhlem's clipped breaths what was happening. Dashing to her quarters she left Jhlem. His weighted eyes seemed to become more heavy as she disappeared from his sight. The vleks kept piercing in and out of his side vision like a fractured picture. There was not one space or moment that he could hold. Attention span zero and then he became...cold.
Zahra had returned and splashed a picture of well water on him while scrubbing his skin with pink salt.
"Get off of him damn parasites."
Most insects in general hate salt. Yet vleks existed on more than one plane of existence. That is why the pink salt from Anda was needed. The crystal formations disrupted the phase mark of the dimensions. As Zahra scoured his skin the vleks abated scurrying off. Zahra salted the ground around the portal to the garden and the gate itself to keep them at bay. Looking down at Jhlem she noticed that he had fallen unconscious leaving her to figure out how to move his body from here to somewhere more comfortable. Jerk.
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