Raise the Wreck of Doubt

Aresenn hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering between Absinth and Aurelia, as he mentally weighed the potential dangers of simply letting her up. But the little witch had suggested it herself. Give her a break, and clear out. While he didn't care much for taking orders from the likes of her, he couldn't deny the logic of her words. Something in the back of his mind told him that he likely wasn't done with the Saxe brute. He doubted Seph's bloodlust had been satiated with the ruts he felt burning in his face. But none of that mattered now. With a deep breath, Aresenn stepped back, silently nodding before taking a step back to allow Absinth the space she needed to try and find her footing on her own. Though he backed off the top of her, he remained close. Keeping a steady watch from where stood, ready to help balance her in case she needed it. But even still, he was fully prepared to carry her if supporting herself proved to be too difficult.

"Aresenn Praetor"