Felltree Marsh fireton

faust’s green eyes flickered, dull but steady, as he watched her with a resigned acceptance. he let out a slow breath, his chest rising and falling with effort, before he nodded faintly.

okay, he murmured, the word quiet, strained, but willing.

he shifted slightly, bracing himself for whatever was to come, though he knew it would be far from painless. there was no point in arguing; asha had decided, and her determination left no room for refusal.

do what you must.