Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

stay the fuck away from my mother.
admittedly, dinah knew little of the complexities that interlaced the shouting and snarling that echoed in her eardrums. she knew not which one of them had started nor ended it; only that by the time she arrived, the stench of blood and iron was thick and mama had frantically thrown herself between the circle of men.
mama speaks to one now, the mottled gray one; glaukos, now leaving just as dinah arrives. she had never before feared him, but a shiver runs cold down her spine as he passes.
in place of fear was now anger. one of these men had ruined what little sanctity remained of dinah's family, and now there was blood upon her land — the land she tried so hard to love. could she have nothing? was peace ever an option?
and now, the little redhead came rolling forth with eyes ablaze and pelt bristled in a frenzied raise of hackles. you! she looks to the strangely accented one and bites back the instinctive urge to swing at him. had he been the one to do this? to slam his fist and send her family flying? did you do this? huh? you got a thing for defiling widows and spilling blood in their homes? you fucking disgust me!
she did not once think to consider why mama defended him.