Neverwinter Forest and i wish i’d known that you were bleeding while i sat and watched you reading

another lingered just out of caiaphas’ detection — for the wind played them no favors today, and much of the forest was obscured in shadows.

caiaphas set to cleaning her wounds, one leg bracing against the cold ground as she tended the blood crusted hole in her haunch. she bitterly cursed the cur to inflict this upon her, and hoped his end was rife with long and assailing pain.

merrick need not speak of the soul he referred; caiaphas nodded darkly. aye, let him bleed out like a boar. it is the fate he earned. for attacking her out of the blue, caiaphas thought he deserved far worse than simply bleeding to death — but she would take small victories where she could. is your friend, the dark one, trustworthy? caiaphas briefly considered astara might be returning to the nightwalkers to inform them of their relocation — her needling gaze held merrick in full then, awaiting his answer.