Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

taltos had no such limitations, as you know, peregrine. would the panther find comfort in the offering of his body, the druid would offer it gladly. but he did not; his words came again and lasher listened, guilt clawing at the recesses of his mind. he put it firmly aside, touched by the tribute that peregrine had given the man. 

"that is beautiful, truly," he said gently. a small part of the man wished that peregrine would allow them a last time, closure in a way, but they had attempted such. perhaps the passion between them that had died had also quelled whatever want had once been existent in peregrine, and such things could not be forced.