Jade Fern Grove Seems you cannot be replaced, and I'm the one who will stay

in the soft light kissed by snow, her eyes seemed more luminous. reverie explained that she understood the basics of hunting, but as he suspected, the fatal blow was not hers to strike.
he thought how the goat would fight and spray its blood across the pristine snow, and decided in a sudden rush of old mayfair gentlemanliness that he would not allow her to see it.
not today. "well," he began, and maybe a bit sheepishly to boot, "why don't you let me go ahead? i'll — handle it and then call you when it's over." the accent thickened a little then in lestan's resolution. he truly did not want her so affected.
"i don't mind at all, reverie," he added before she could decline, thinking that she would feel him put out by this offer. wasn't it more for him, after all? not a show of strength or brawn, but simply because lestan felt a starfall of blood would reflect in her eyes and drag her off, back to that place behind her gaze.