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Bitter Wounds
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country
Elsabet wasn’t so oblivious, upon his return to WaterRose. As usual, he was weak and exhausted. Though in rather good health compared to usual.
However, when he joined her for the evening meal her keen gaze snapped to his thigh. Her lips twisting in fury.
He followed her gaze and grimaced.
At some point, one of the minor gashes bled through his pants and began a trail down his leg.
He’d been too busy battling the cimmerii to be aware of it. Which means I had no idea it was there. Or I’d have bothered to change my pants rather than rushing in to see her!
“Elsabet.” He sighed. Deflating before she even began.
“I won’t.” She tightened her mouth and shook her head adamantly. She rose from the table, abandoning a partially eaten plate, in order to push her chair in. “I won’t say it all again. I will give you this though, envision for a moment, just one<
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