Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180104015424/@comment-26108027-20180116040315

Loti stares at Din's saddlebag, her hand itching towards her sword. She could stop it right here, end the misery before it starts. She could free Miranda of a death sentence that there is no escape from. The dark thought hovers in the back of her mind until she feels her hand close around the hilt of her sword. The cloud lifts, and tears fill Loti's eyes as she comes to her senses and realizes what she was about to do to her human.

She slowly releases her sword, panting softly.

"Wash your wound off. It'll help, trust me."