Bearclaw Valley your dark splendor

"i want you to stop assuming the worst of me, evien," merrick answered evenly. "you've worked yourself into a fucking frenzy over nothing but the simple fact you've forgotten that not everything needs your input."
"this does not concern you. it is a decision i will handle with her." muted, grey-rock methods that turned the boy's surface to cold stone. immutable.  unyielding.
"what i need for you now to do is get out of my way and let me go talk to my fucking wife," merrick hissed. "you've said your piece."
a blaze in his single eye as he leveled it upon fields now. "you don't need to protect anyone here from me. least of all evien. he's earned his place. you've earned it," he repeated to the young healer. 
a step back. "i'm gonna go now."