Golden Glade /trepəˈdāSH(ə)n/

The brute looked to Heartha with a worried gaze, his amber eyes glancing down to look to his mate as she laid unconscious upon the ground. Inside Sylvas could feel his heart beating within his chest, the pounding of each beat thudding loudly within his ears, instantly his head snapped up some as he caught sound of Heartha's voice, his golden eyes widening at her words as he continued to stare down at Eden. Heartha needed her mouth open. Closing his eyes tightly, Sylvas turned once more to Heartha and replied smoothly, ”If I pry her mouth open, then maybe you could place the herb within her mouth?” He reopened his eyes and slowly peered to his mate's form once more, ”The only problem is getting the herb down her throat and into her system.” Forcing medicine down another's throat carefully wasn't something the mercenary felt comfortable with.