Noctisardor Bypass Life, Death, Religion, Survival

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Druid was surprisingly coherent in that moment. As much as Fiona wanted to bring up the topic of Witch—the sister who wasn't—she would wait for the right opportunity.

Take as much time as you need, and we'll go slow when you're ready, Fiona assured her. Taking care of Druid was going to cut deep into her hunting time, she knew. Glaukos was either incapable or unwilling to hunt. Fiona hadn't seen Anselm or Etienne since she'd first gotten here, but she blamed that on her own self being split between being preoccupied with hunting, getting her mind wrapped around the minds of Druid, Heda, and Glaukos, and running back and forth between Rivenwood and the hollow.

Her tincture was nowhere near strong enough to keep nature at bay, and Fiona was beginning to wonder if she would be able to meet her own needs along with everybody else's. She would worry about that later, she supposed.