Wapun Meadow tickle that cheek and take your throne.

He resisted her advice, and Fiona found herself wanting to kill the girl herself so she didn't have to suffer such mistreatment. She could hear the frustration in his voice, but she thought she heard panic, too.

We can warm her here, Fiona insisted, her tongue sharper this time. You lay on one side, I'll lay on the other. If you keep moving her, it's going to rattle her brain and she won't wake up from this sleep. That wound isn't going to stop bleeding if her head is flailing all around like that. She now felt more sure that she would be accepting no healing from this man in the future. Her hunch had been correct about that at least. If you put her down, we can press on the wound, slow the blood.