Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

He did not care for her rage. Regardless of how he had kindled it with his actions, Glaukos would not take it to heart because she was being hysterical. If she had been a warrior, if she had been a man, if she had not been this hormonal creature, then perhaps she would have seen this event properly. Instead Heda gave clipped orders and tried to take control of a situation Glaukos had been in the middle of handling.

You think I only move at her decree? You're as idiotic as your friend here. He was offended by the notion; he watched Anselm stand and move, and grimaced a warning at him. To attack him and drive him wholly out of Rivenwood was Glaukos' right, however he only watched for now.

He moved instead for Heda, his energy a rippling threat, his body a wall looming over her and himself focused, knowing how his presence could affect others. I had this handled. Go back to your sister.

Druid needed someone with her, and who better to be there than Heda? Except she had made her choice; Glaukos wanted to point that out again and wield that choice like a weapon, but chose silence instead, glowering. To the soldier, a choice had been made and Heda had come to protect these fools rather than her own blood - she had even put her unborn at risk, which made Glaukos' decisions here pointless.

He had half a mind to chase her out with them.