The gods watch as the young woman collapses, blade protruding from her leg. Claritas winces. Though she’s never felt pain herself, she knows of it and its unpleasantness to humans. Beside her, Tenebrin grins.
“And that, dear sister, is why – to use a human expression – you don’t put all your eggs in one basket.” He gestures at the fallen bard.
“Camilla isn’t a basket, Tenebrin. These are living people.”
Tenebrin shrugs. “People, pawns. However you want to look at them, my statement stands. Aren’t you glad I pulled him in?”
A horned man enters their vision, face distraught at the sight of Camilla’s injury. Though she’s loathe to admit it, her brother is right. Given how terribly the summoning spell went, she was glad to see the bard had someone from their world to guide her. Still, as she watches them, she can’t help but see Valmong as more than just a guide.
He’s a distraction.
Of course, Claritas herself asked Camilla to request Valmong’s help, but she hadn’t anticipated them growing so…attached to each other. It’s still too early to be sure, but she sees the sparks, the care in the way he holds her and tends her wound. The truth hidden beneath his every move and gesture.
Claritas waves the vision away, choosing not to answer her brother’s question.
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