Noctisardor Bypass But a painted face still cries

Druid was very curious how he’d come about his wounds, though Etienne didn’t volunteer that information and she did not pry.

But she couldn’t help but argue, You did come. You fulfilled your promise.

“You should stay,” came Heda’s voice, drawing Druid’s mismatched eyes to her sister’s.

She shot her a smile, bobbing her head in agreement with her words before glancing back at Etienne, that same question from before trundling through her mind again.

I actually met Fiona, Druid said suddenly, and she led me to believe her leader was unfriendly. Surely she didn’t mean you. That only leaves Anselm. Did he do this to you, Etienne?

It was none of her business. Druid just hoped she wasn’t treading on Etienne’s poor toes, nor her sister’s. Her eyes were full of question marks as they flitted between their faces. There must be a reason the trio hadn’t been invited to join them in Rivenwood. Was its name Anselm?