Black Morass timor

"i will live."

what germanicus wanted was to sit with the agony which he had finally accepted was not from the wolfsteeth slashing in his skin but the band of hot fire around his ribcage.

something had broken and he was unwilling yet to devote attention in its direction.

the yellowpaint eyes belonged to her then, for as long as he could distract himself. "the palace of muat-riya is very beautiful with bounties of food and eager servants." germanicus teased mírwen in this for a moment of brevity. 

now his gaze went to the paltry thing she had caught for herself. "have you had a full meal since last we spoke?"