Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

Witch. Deal. A deal for life.
His face contorted into concern and...perhaps a bit of fear. He was glad he stood practically behind Hemlocke so he could wrestle his surprise from his face. He'd hate to make him feel even worse for something so debilitating -- or so it seemed.
He still held suspicion.

The child of a witch born from a promise was something to be feared. Something that brought chaos and discontent. Perhaps that woman...what was her name? Macaria. Perhaps she knew more. Maybe he'd find her again.

He watched Donovan as he gave out orders.
This would be something. But felt he should leave before he starts on some dumb shit. Nyra didn't seem as bothered.
"I'm going back on patrol," he announced to them all before sidling closer to Nyra to whisper in her ear, "Don't let him leave your sight tonight." He was sure that even if she didn't know which one she referred to, Donovan wouldn't be leaving Hemlocke anyway. Still, that was his worry.

And if he wasn't called back, he would move away to finish his patrol and the rest of Nyra's.