Phoenix Maplewood Spare me all your lies

whitney’s admission of solitude sent fréobearn’s heart plummeting into her stomach with an almost audible gulp. kendrick was still missing, and while it was probably for the best that he not meet with the white witch, she couldn’t help but feel resentment for what easily could have been their reunion.

she kept these thoughts to herself, instead opting to keep this particular meeting as professional as one could. your wounds are extensive, fréo explained, the high elk has given me permission to treat them, but you know it must be done in secret. what would her siblings think, to see her now?

fréobearn shook those thoughts from her head. we are nearby, célnes and cenric. i can help you find somewhere to rest, where we can meet, and i’ll leave some things for you to treat yourself when i cannot be there. hopefully, that was good enough.