(Amaia)
Blackness still coats his scythe as he turns towards me. Moonlight catches his dark tresses; they have come undone from the half-man bun he had tied them in.
My gaze finds his leg and I can see the blood seeping from there.
The mask of composure slips from his face for just a breath as he stares at me with a whisper of concern.
I find Zevran's fury body nudging at my arm and Saiph fixes that subtle crack, masking that shadow of vulnerability.
His gaze wavers from me to others.
"Is everyone good? You can open your eyes. It's dead."
I peel my eyes off him and focus them on Mintaka and Zevran.
Zevran is nudging at my cheek with his snout, trying to ensure I am not hurt while his paw lands on his brother's back—he is still shaking in my hold. His half body is in my lap while his legs stretch out.
"Yeah!" Kacir's voice comes from the side as he rushes over to us along with Rahria.
"What the hell was that thing?" Rahria asks, her voice shaking.
