Sensing the cosmic horror about to engulf Ghelik, Percy the Scholar stops and turns, unable to resist instincts at the core of his being despite the effect of the fugue.
"Sir! Or is it madam?!", he belows.
A sudden flashback to an obscure treatise interrupts Percy's thoughts for a split second. Entitled "Abyss, not His-byss, Gender Issues in a Multiverse of Endless Terror" the work in question had not at all deepened his knowledge of lore. But for some reason lost to the memory it had been mandated reading. Something to do with referring to a shuggoth with a male pronoun in some ancient language? Now the lesson emparted became useful for perhaps the first time in the history of elder lore studies.
"My pardons for assuming your gender identity! But please, for the love of gods don't just stand there and die! It would be such a waste! Could you take out a quill and parchment and jot down the final experience in detail ? We may be able to recover the final ravings from your corpse at a later date".
*Continues running*