Noctisardor Bypass souda

Glaukos was a good fighter. Anselm paid the price for it. 

In the heat of the moment he had not realized the severity of his wounds. It was only later after Druid had been tended to and the adrenaline burned off, that Anselm grew light headed and could not travel. 

He rested in fitful snatches. Etienne often stood watch over him, and then he stood watch over Etienne. 

The sound of feet nearby caused Anselm to sit up. Heda appeared, carrying a clutch of grass. As she placed it down and announced she and Druid wanted them to stay, Anselm could not help the soft gasp. All the same, he remained quiet as Etienne spoke for them both, an ear turned towards the lyrical beat of Etienne’s voice as he spoke in his natal tongue. Though he did not know what Etienne said, he too noticed the roundness of Heda’s side and wondered if her hour would come soon.