Cerulean Cape cor sagnant

Ellie seemed the type to take on a motherly role. Swordfish didn’t like it. It carried memories of his own mom and the softness of her gaze and the warmth of her love. It made his chest feel tight with hurt. The girl suggested that they eat and rest if they were to be a proper team. The young bear-hunter regarded her with his heavy-lidded stare.

He spat up what I tried to feed ‘im. Didn’t sleep too good either.

It wasn’t likely that Ellie would have more luck persuading Lestan to take care of himself. Swordfish wasn’t going to stop her from trying.