Silver Moraine deceiver says: you belong to me

Anselm was focused on the shape - it had spoken his language, and he had not known until that moment how much he truly missed his family. A whimper tore from his throat, stifled immediately as he remembered he was not alone.

The stranger and his healer were speaking. Anselm's passing lucidity reminded him this man was gruff, but he did not yet realize that Yikaas had entrapped this woman too. He leaned back as the man approached him, cold eyes clasping upon him. Did he speak yet?

What reason did Anselm have to speak? Seconds passed along with his lucidity. Anselm slumped back to the dirt, lost to another feverish spell of sleep.

last from me for this thread <3