The Tangle [M] compelled

The acrid smell hit his nose, only slightly preferable to the thick tang of blood. Cambria never took his eyes off her—he couldn’t recall her name, if she’d offered it—but he also didn’t come any closer.

There was nothing he or anyone could do for her, except provide comfort or mercy. Cambria couldn’t bring himself to offer either. But he also found he couldn’t turn his back, much as he wished to vanish from this grisly scene.

He quickly cleaned himself, then backed up a few paces. He sat. Wyvern’s wings brushed his neck as she settled on his shoulder. Cambria and his companion would keep vigil until she passed away, which he assumed wouldn’t take long.

He would end up sitting there for five days.

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