Noctisardor Bypass the wild god reaches into a bag made of moles and nightingale-skin

She wished she’d known this before seducing Glaukos. In hindsight, she hadn’t thought it through at all. And while it was her way to go with the flow, she really ought to have given the entire institution much more consideration. Now she was paying the price for her ignorance.

His words made her wonder if there was anything he could do about depression, at least up to a point. But Druid didn’t ask. She refused to entertain her issues with him any longer. Just like she refused to accept his response to her offer.

Maybe not, she allowed, but I want you to feel at home here, Etienne. I mean, it’s really the least we can do, after everything you’ve been put through. Druid paused, then asked again, What can I do to make you feel at home here?