Sawtooth Spire maunon

ill throw mahler in here after ur next post <3

"good, i'm not trying to taste any more of your blood," heda joked, but it fell flat because she couldn't muster a smile, not even a fake one. she wanted to lie down next to him but knew mahler would be along any moment. and heda was also stressed because she didn't know how she was going to act when he did arrive.
and so her anxiety spun on and on, until she sat close to caracal and peered into his face. "it looks ... better. for real. uh, still red. but not ... not as red as before?" her voice squeaked at the end. she coughed and looked toward the rushing river.