Dragoncrest Cliffs anger is the more productive cousin of fear

belatedly she registers the severity of his injury and pulls back from him, just enough to examine it. they need portia, they need nomi, oh, hell. she is furious.

"you should have called," she says, voice wretched, "you could have been killed, art -" and of course she doesn't judge him for the death of a nameless stranger who threatened their home, that's not why she burns white-hot. it doesn't even occur to her that he would - and, well, she's never killed anyone. she takes a deep breath.

"furi, get portia and nomi," blix barks, not taking her eyes off her brother's shoulder.