Wapun Meadow tickle that cheek and take your throne.

Fiona ignored his reprimands. He thought himself a healer, and yet he had been ready to kill the girl. It wasn't as though she had time, anyway.

Anselm was soon upon the trio, and Fiona took several steps back, putting distance between herself and Etienne. She kept her eyes on Anselm as he sniffed at the unconscious adolescent. She did not speak, knowing that anything might set his teeth upon her. It was better to wait, to listen.

To her surprise, he did not put the younger girl out of her misery. Did he know her? A relative, perhaps?