Dragoncrest Cliffs The wind is on the rise,

Stag was relieved Wylla was at least conscious; he didn't know much about eye loss, but was under the impression if he'd lost his own he'd snap. He tried his best to disguise the quiivering of his skin as Wylla leaned against him -- not disgust, but something akin to protective fury and fear melded into one.

They had moved to be safe, and now Wylla had an eye lost because of it. He held his shoulder up, lips drawn in a firm line as the two transported themselves back to Sagtannet. He was far from loquacious even when not under duress -- all the same Stag found it hard to speak evenly and calmly between the chattering of his teeth.

Wylla had been hurt. Who was next, Phaedra?

Stag vowed a new vigil that night.