Raise the Wreck of Doubt

Aresenn returned Absinth's delirious gaze, his own eyes filled with concern as he forced her to remain in place. Her contact wasn't pleasant, but she was too weak to break skin. He felt her grip loosen, and readied for her next attempt, but as the vestiges of pain momentarily lifted, her features and her vision cleared a bit. He watched Absinth's eyes darted between the two of them, unsure of where she was at and what she was doing. Aresenn could sense her struggling to reconcile her past with her present, and he hated to see it. "You're safe," He reiterated in a low rumble. The confusion in her eyes, the subsiding panic- kept him in place over the top of her in case he needed to redirect another attack.

Though he couldn't help but notice that Aurelia hadn't found a new spot to treat, in a split second, he shot her a questioning look before returning his attention to Absinth.

"Aresenn Praetor"