Foggy Bottom Way ratero

She'd only just found it, that cruel set of pinprick wounds Andromache remembered so well, when the man descended upon them. Dark-furred, imposing; distraught. He snarled and the princess surrendered her hold on the situation. She could not afford another conflict.

Before she could speak to offer her help, the fallen woman roused. Andromache stood back and addressed her in the heartbeat that followed her words; You'll want treatment for that bite. One of my men may know something. Our home is not far, And she let the offer hang there between them, not acknowledging the man who had snarled at her. Akavir, she recalled immediately, though it hardly mattered.