Firefly Glen [PHE] The course that you have set for me

Etienne turned at his sister's small voice, his face lighting up with a gentle smile. 'ello C'ani! He motioned at Anselm.

Dis be Anselm. Anselm dis be my little sister C'ani.

Etienne nodded at her, a sad look in his eyes. I am a 'ealer. I can 'elp.

Etienne offered a small chuckle, a bit watery around the edges and nodded. You cannot talk me out of it, non.

There was much that Etienne had done, and there were things he regretted. But not many. But one above all else was giving poison to Druid. Perhaps he could absolve himself a bit with this.

A tilt of his ear. I cannot not 'elp. I feel I must.