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Etienne's brow knitted and he stared at both of them. And then something settled within his bones. he nodded.

First things first. Anselm. The girl probably needed him more, but he knew Anselm better. So he shifted and stood in front of him.

Anselm. Ti gason dyab look at me.

Though it was a damning nickname at this point. It was Anselm's to Etienne. And it was spoken with the affection of someone who felt it fitting and cared.

Golden eyes would peer into Anselm's face, until sunset gaze met his own. You did not'in' wrong. Dis man was not a nice one. 'e attacked first. You did wut anyone would do.

Then on to the woman. ODessia. You com wit' me. I got someting dat make your feel better. Give you sleep if you want it. I will take care of Viper.