Noctisardor Bypass But a painted face still cries

She studied his expression carefully. Etienne seemed genuinely surprised by the allegation, so she believed him when he insisted Anselm hadn’t hurt him. It was curious that he didn’t refute her comment about the man’s unfriendliness. Druid couldn’t say she was surprised to have her suspicions confirmed. He was the son of Mahler and Wylla.

To corroborate Heda’s words, Druid nodded and added, You’re welcome to rest here as long as you like, Etienne. You know, you could stay in Rivenwood. Her eyes cut to her sister’s face, hoping she didn’t mind the offer, before looking back at Etienne. Fiona too.

In her mind, neither one of them was fond of Anselm. Perhaps they stayed with him out of habit, or for survival. Druid didn’t know. She just wanted them to know they had options. And she was curious if it turned out she was wrong about this man she only knew about secondhand, and truthfully very little at that.