Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

He did what must be done. Anselm’s gaze flickered with absolute disbelief, resting on the man with dripping contempt. Vhat must be done?! You fucking idiot — now he needs a healer. Anselm strode stiff legged to stand over Etienne, hackles on full display as Heda stalked towards the man and ordered him down.

He wished in that moment she’d attack him, too — but given her gravid state, it would be terminally unwise.

His attention jolted back to Heda as she told him to bring Etienne home. He started, looking from her to the limp form of his friend. He could physically drag Etienne home — but he remembered the discourse between Etienne and Fiona when the girl had first been brought to his keep. I can not. He stiffened, then melted as he tried to explain. It vill hurt him more. He must be awake to move. He found Heda’s gaze for one imploring moment before he turned and lifted his chin to the brute.

His cuts stung, but they would heal — his hatred of the man however, would fester forever.