He was breathing still when the witch stepped away. Black veins had made themselves apparent in her face and around her eyes especially. They snaked down her neck and disappeared into her clothes. She seemed drained. Marion felt a vague aura of dread from the witch as she skulked away, head bowed as she left the elf to their silent vigil. Eris was breathing, but the scales hadn’t subsided. Nor had his claws shrunk back into his fingers.

The elf was fearful as they truly took in ...