Noctisardor Bypass souda

Etienne looked at her with dull eyes. At the grass at her feet. He stayed crouched and defensive in the shadows. He flicked his eyes back up to her. Speaking, his family tongue falling from his lips. As if it were all he knew anymore. It wasn't, but he was being stubborn. He didn't want ot be here, but where could they go. He was injured, Anselm was injured. So he would stay.

Kisa ou vle, Heda?

He shifted. Wincing a little as it jarred his ribs. He had done what was needed. He had watched over Druid. And based on the way Heda was holding herself, She would be next.

Ti bebe yo ap vini byento.

He studied her sides and noticed the gentle roll. He bent his nose to a nearby cache of herbs. Searching. Lemon balm.

He lay it down, pressed his paw on top and pushed it towards her. This would help the pain.

Pou doulè