Fauntleroy looks away once Iselka hides to change and suddenly remembers Carwyn’s predicament. The half-elf crosses the distance, sliding her wand in her sleeve. “Master Gwirionedd,” she says, frowning. “My apologies for not landing my spells. It won’t happen again.” She looks Carwyn over with a sigh. “Seems like they made you bleed for that attempt at heroism. Will you be alright?”
She glances at the child, tilting her head. For a moment her gaze seems to soften before she looks back at the cleric, remember why they got into this fight in the first place. “Is he safe enough for your tastes now? Is your bloodlust slaked? If so, I’d rather we go.”
She glances at the child, tilting her head. For a moment her gaze seems to soften before she looks back at the cleric, remember why they got into this fight in the first place. “Is he safe enough for your tastes now? Is your bloodlust slaked? If so, I’d rather we go.”