Lisbeth nearly jumped out of her skin when the other woman spoke. She wavered on her knees and fell backwards onto her ass, dropping her rapier in the process.
She gathered herself together, taking out a handkerchief and applying pressure to the small cut. Her face was paler than usual after the bloodletting. She took a moment to catch her breath then looked up at Alex.
"I've already offered my blood in their service for the war. Offering it here can only serve to cement that bond further. The Old Gods are life. And my life is theirs."
She kept the pressure on the cut. She had always been a bleeder; her father had said she had thin skin. Even the smallest of cuts took longer to close than it would for most.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here," she said, lifting the cloth to check the cut, then pressing it back down again. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were following me."
She gathered herself together, taking out a handkerchief and applying pressure to the small cut. Her face was paler than usual after the bloodletting. She took a moment to catch her breath then looked up at Alex.
"I've already offered my blood in their service for the war. Offering it here can only serve to cement that bond further. The Old Gods are life. And my life is theirs."
She kept the pressure on the cut. She had always been a bleeder; her father had said she had thin skin. Even the smallest of cuts took longer to close than it would for most.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here," she said, lifting the cloth to check the cut, then pressing it back down again. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were following me."
