Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

names are thrown around frantically, and in the midst of the fray is dinah, who has seemingly bitten off much more than she can chew. she stares wide-eyed at the man she now knows to be anselm, swallowing the grizzled snarl that threatens to slip from her throat. she casts a glance to the young man hollering words in a caribbean tongue, blood permeating the air with its ugly stench.
and then there is druid.
dinah hates the way anselm says her mother's name. oh, don't you even think about it, she scolds in the same tone her mom once had, as if he were a foolish young boy who knew not what he did. you come one step further onto our land, i'll scream, and glaukos will come right back to kick your ass!
yeah, that'll show him.
pitiful outburst now over with, dinah grumbles in exasperation as she runs to her auntie's aid. lay down, she urges, as gentle as she can given the presence that still lingers nearby. keep her head up, mom. i have to-- um, fuck, what exactly was wrong? the warm feeling of panic begins to flood her from her stomach up to her chest, traveling up to her face in long, spiny tendrils. defeated, she whimpers; i-i don't know what medicine to grab.