CW: Murder, Knives.
Impatient, wanting rid of them all, Tristin bristled while Jed covered Issané with a reserved bundle of quilts. Reed, almost finished fussing, reassured him the healing magic was taking its full effect on her, and at last, the four made their moves to leave – the archer telling the others he will still potter a while, still vexed over his patient.
CW: Vomiting, Syringes, Drug Use.
Issané's cough refusing to get any better in the cold, Reed had insisted they seek for a temple on the trail for her to recover in. Unsure where they might find one in the mountains, they reasoned that there must be one at the pass, and with spring and it's rain almost upon them but not quite, they'd moved on in search of any warm building where she could rest.
Kayn woke in a temple bed, his nurse indicating to someone behind him that was is okay to leave now, and as the warm room enclosed him, coaxing him back to physical existence, he found the air perfumed and heavy with incense, the mellow lighting soft, and low.
CW: Long Episode.
“Which one of them got you in the end?”
“The small one.” The kid huffed, and Kayn’s trademark shackle clinked while he signed, his father interpreting for him. “She looked sick, but she's faster than I thought she'd be.”
Jed snorted. “That one's been running a long time. I'd hate to meet who from. Lucky your head’s still attached, really. You hurt?”
CW: Drug Use.
“Hey, it's you! Are you done doing prince stuff now?”
“I am. Where's Eliza?”
Off the beaten track, and in the surrounding woodland, Axel approached as Kayn stood in a clearing, a dog at his heels and a baby in his arms. The site in the distance behind them was slowly turning from derelict and neglected into something homely and inviting, not least because of the smell of livestock cooking and the fires which contributed to that, but there was music and chattering as the people worked at their various undertakings within the larger group.