Dillon
“Is she ok?” Hunters voice was soft as we made our way out of the dark mustiness of the caverns and into the fresh shade of the forest that surrounded the maw like entrance. He was still on guard even if his voice was soft. Like a poised animal ready to strike. As long as Faith was tall still in his hand and his eyes warily tracking the centaurs every move.
We may have escaped the Naga and their crazy blood thirsty queen but the Centaur could still cause us problems.
It might be better to just kill him and get it over and done with. We could always blame the Naga, Faith wouldn’t even have to know.
She wasn’t exactly conscious.
“She will be fine.” As gently as I could, trying not to touch that part at the top of her back which I knew was the reason of all her pain I placed her
