Raise the Wreck of Doubt

Aresenn had been watching intently from over the witch’s shoulder. Partly to ensure that there was no further resistance from her, but partly because he couldn’t stand being apart from Absinth. Everything was going well until Aurelia had begun applying her salve to the open muscle. Absinth began to struggle in pain, and he was quick to hover near her. As she tried to shove herself up to snap at the healer, Aresenn caught her in an effort at interception. If Absinth made contact with the toy, he wasn’t sure what kind of retribution there would be. And at the very least, he was certain Aurelia would no longer help them. If Absinth bit him while he tried to restrain her … then so be it.

"Aresenn Praetor"