Witch's Marsh hearts / wires

she joins him.

her touch is warm, comforting. he melts against her side.

a feeling of indebtedness comes over him—he owes her an explanation.

everything’s gone to shit. he begins in a low rumble. it’s the plague or something. my sister’s dead, and her mate too.

that bitch from earlier; she and her gang kidnapped my nephews afterwards.

a gravelly declaration; I gotta find them, dinah.

half-lidded, he rests his chin upon the crown of her head.