Sin opened his eyes to find Rein's tumultuous gaze on him.
::I'm so sorry,:: he said again. He unfastened his cloak with one hand, tugged it off and started to wrap it around Sin for protection.
But before he could drape the heavy, scratchy wool over him, Sin felt something else wrapping around, something soothing against his abused flesh.
He turned to find Marta beside him, and the fabric was a cloak of the softest green velvet.
"One of my boys found me. Ian and I came as fast as we could," she said in a quiet voice meant for Sin's ears alone as she pressed a folded cloth against his bleeding shoulder.
Her long, sandy-colored braid hung in a thick length down her back, and her hands at his shoulder were as strong and capable as any man's he'd ever known, yet also gentle with a m
