Ankyra Sound the oracle told him to beware the ides

Two sisters to tend to. One gravely ill.

The druids tended to her in exchange. She was bettering but —

What? He had told himself he would not push, but here he was. Too tangled up in concern for her and these deals she spoke of. The knitting of his brow over blood eyes was tight.

But what, Marina?

His voice soft despite the hardening of his features.