Noctisardor Bypass proverbs 28:13

thats totally my bad <33

him? "anselm?" him? but — he wouldn't! would he? as heda gazed at the lacerations on amadeo's face, at the blood, at the matted soil, she knew that anselm could.
he was certainly angry enough, though heda didn't understand why he had any reason to fight amadeo.
"i don't —" she mumbled, moving to clean the torn flesh now, supplicant at his hand. but her face rose now, looking for the others, the children; "was anyone else hurt?" heda piped in a shaking voice.