Ouroboros Spine [Moose Herding Quest?]

An indescribable terror gripped her in those moments between life and death, for as surely as she knew she couldn't lift Mordecai off her, she knew what Sitri was about to do. She was powerless to stop it, and perhaps that was the worse thing. She had come into this encounter doing nothing more than offering help—albeit in a cold way—and, despite doing nothing to provoke him, this beast bathed the stones in her blood.

She choked on it for a moment, felt it bubble up through the remains of her throat and fill her mouth. She tried to retch and cough and clear her lungs, but there was no escape from the sensation of drowning, and wide-eyed she thrashed below Mordecai. It took only seconds for her to bleed out, but the last thing she did, though she was hardly conscious enough to realize it, was to glare accusingly at the Ostrega. That expression would become frozen on her face even as every muscle, including her fluttering heart, went limp.

He had held her down. He had murdered her.