Wapun Meadow tickle that cheek and take your throne.

It was as though Etienne looked right past her. She'd been standing right in front of him, and he moved forward as if she weren't even there. Fiona blinked. Maybe Etienne had done this. Or maybe Anselm had, and Etienne felt responsible for her now that she was so badly injured. Droplets of blood spilled on the ground with each step, and Fiona found herself losing her patience, something that she had kept a hold of for a long time.

Etienne, stop. If you want to save her, you have to stop moving her. Fiona jogged up to his side, then placed herself in front of him so he would have to stop. With an injury like that to her head, she shouldn't have been moved at all. Fiona reserved any further scolding remarks for some other time.