Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

"i am glad she came here," lasher said gently, pausing for a moment to merely lean his muzzle for a heartbeat against peregrine's shoulder. "deirdre is .. mended. she no longer avoids me." but casmir had gone, and emaleth had become one of the shadows that lay about donnelaith. perhaps it was the nature of things.

"how have you fared, peregrine?" the druid inquired in the next breath, murkwater eyes finding the other's own as he pulled away to reposition himself.