Noctisardor Bypass What would I ever do with a rose?

Anselm realized his mistake too late. He'd slipped up -- but he wasn't sure Druid caught it. He didn't see the dark emotion stirring behind her gaze; he was too busy being absorbed with himself.

I mean that Heda has asked me to vatch them, and I leave. He expanded, even though that wasn't really what he meant at all. He hated lying -- he hated the misleading -- but it would be best for everyone, he thought, if the world continued to go on thinking these were Glaukos' children. He couldn't even help it, sometimes he really wondered ...