The Bracken Woods There will come a soldier,

you shouldn’t wander, she called. freóbearn stepped away from the thorny rose bush, her mouth full of blooms, and began walking toward célnes. your wounds need time to heal, which they cannot do if you won’t allow it. she’d since dropped her collection of buds for favor of speaking, though tiny cuts around her mouth still left her decorated with red.

kendrick still hadn’t returned. they all knew of his continued absence, so freó avoided mentioning it, despite its painful presence at the forefront of her mind. instead, are you in pain? cénric’s regimen could be adjusted, if need be; luckily, most of their injuries were focused on the surface.