Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

portentously did the energies move between glaukos and heda and anselm. as first the accented anger and then the angry roughness rose, she considered only how each of these men were unfeeling and feral beasts in their own right, and how she had lain with each of them, allowed them to sully her in the basest of ways.
"anselm isn't here on a whim, glaukos," heda declared, finally passing from her place betwixt them to approach etienne's side, to see that he breathed.
" breathe. he's alive." her voice was hardly more than a snap toward anselm; she was certain his reactivity would be enforced after today, when it was so clear that etienne had needed his protection. his nearness caused her skin to crawl in remembrance of his hatred, to ignore the subtle response of her own to that remembered rough embrace.
now her baleful eyes blazed golden toward the great man of rivenwood. "what did you do?" etienne had stayed with she and druid, and they had shared a time of education. he had been hale and healthy then; now he was out of his senses and heavily bruised. what had he done to invite that level of response from glaukos?