Noctisardor Bypass tell me lies, tell me painted truths

So yeah, sadists. Cheesy crust. Sequoia wished she could say she didn't understand, but she remembered how Drageda's members had been after she had left. After anyone had left. They were called traitors, and they'd been hunted down like prey. It sounded like something similar was going on with Laurel and her nephew.

After the explanation, the two moved Laurel silently to the pharmacy. Thankfully, it wasn't too far, and her ears swiveled toward his voice when he explained what she must do. She had done as much for wolves in the past, and the piebald girl went to work, being as gentle as she could with Laurel's neck.

The echo of Laurel saying it would be nice to go where there were no men rang in her ears as she did so. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. Once she found Druid, Sequioa planned to get out of here. She'd thank Mahler, of course, and she'd even invite Laurel to come with them, but they weren't safe here anymore.