“Your [name_m]Majesty[/name_m]. . . there is a spider in your hair” is a great quote
Without ceremony, Aleika transports all of us sans [name_f]Amethyst[/name_f] to her home. There’s a shudder in the air, and then we stand outside a castle, complete with a drawbridge over a moat. I hadn’t known that the [name_m]Warden[/name_m] was so powerful, but I shouldn’t have doubted. Aleika frowns, then shakes the world again so that we’re inside, in a large bedroom with tapestries draped over its stone walls that give it a pleasant air. [name_f]Sparrow[/name_f] is lying in the bed, his face pale and his hair dark and damp with sweat. He hasn’t been conscious for. . . I check my internal clock. [name_f]Twenty[/name_f] minutes? Somehow, it feels much longer than that.
Aleika places a hand on Sparrow’s shoulder, where the knife went in. The fabric of his shirt and jacket is already shredded, so she doesn’t need to cut much of it away to get a good idea of the damage. Irrationally, though, I want to tell her off for destroying Sparrow’s favorite shirt. She begins to chant a healing spell, far more in-depth than the one I had tried what seems like ages ago. It lasts for a solid minute, and although I can’t understand the words, they all seem to be spoken with faint annoyance. From what I know of the [name_m]Warden[/name_m], this doesn’t surprise me.
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