Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

her head near snapped around; she almost chased anselm off herself. "i know that," she said with a resolution she did not feel, fixing the wither of her golden eyes now on the greyscale tracker who had come for etienne. it was too bad he could not learn to shut his mouth!
glaukos withdrew from the scene, and heda felt a coldness where there had once been the potential of warmth. unsure of whether or not to return to dawnleaf, then deciding her blood-tie to druid came before anything else, she did not raise her voice to argue against his edict.
"if you can't move him, he has to stay. once he wakes up, i can figure things from there," heda said in a monotone to anselm, watching the great bulk of rivenwood's protector move gracefully, silently, in the direction of where her sister had called.
she had not yet turned toward the hollow man, who, in this moment, she blamed for it all with such a ferocious burst of anger that she could hardly breathe. "i'm not afraid of glaukos. i'm afraid for you and etienne. you can't stay, not unless you want your hide presented to my nieces and nephews."
glaukos had not mentioned her children, heda belatedly noted; it was another degree of separation from she and he, and her mouth worked with thoughtful rage as she bent over etienne again.