Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

dinah — dinah. an avenging angel of scarlet, she flew with sworded wings at anselm, who only managed a hapless glance in her direction. etienne had woken; heda pulled her eyes from the rage of her daughter and sent her gaze in his direction, rising;
druid. "druid!" she shouted out, voice cracking; she did not register anselm's heavy accent nor any look dinah might have given her; she was leaping across the short distance of snow-flattened grass to her sister's side, trying desperately to reach her as if nothing else mattered.
for in that second, it was the truth.
"dinah!" voice a lash of wind. "come here. help warm her." nothing more could be spared for men; not now.