The Heartwood man was born to sin, set him free and he will be a sinner

An eyes was removed, and the boy's body went slack. Alya removed her jaws from his person and stepped distastefully over his body, moving to stand just behind Hydra. She was covered in the scent of Rannoch's assailant - a scent she found not altogether unpleasant.

"I can help him across the plains," she offered, sure that she could escape the man if he turned on her - along with anyone who might accost her as she drew closer. She was not above leaving a bleeding man in the wilderness to save her own hide. "We'll be careful," she added, the dryest of humors working its way into her tone.