Blackfeather Woods I will face everything, and rise!

He was glad they'd both made it back alive.
They both believed and would make their ranks stronger.
The nightshade pair were perfect for his shadows.

He didn't remember the name of Eldritch's companion.
"What's your name?" he asked, looking at her dipped crown. He could see her watching him. Every flutter of his nose was observed. She was sharp...however, if you sharpen your sword too much you'll cut yourself.
He'd be careful around her...but he wanted her to be more than just an Arae or Moirai.
Eldritch too, perhaps. If she was reliable enough.