stitches.”
Lysandra ran her hands over Aedion’s face,
his brow. “Let’s get you to a healer—”
“I’ve already seen one,” Aedion grunted,
setting his feet on the ground and trying to
straighten. “They brought me up here to rest.”
As if such a thing was a ridiculous idea.
Ren indeed unlooped Aedion’s arm from
around his shoulder. “Sit down, before you
fall and crack your head on the stones.”
Lysandra was inclined to agree, but then Ren
said, “I’m heading back to the walls.”
“Wait.”
Ren turned toward her, but Lysandra didn’t
speak until the Bane soldier helped Aedion to
sit against the side of the castle itself.
“Wait,” she said again to Ren when he
opened his mouth, her heart thundering,
nausea coiling in her gut. She whistled, and
Manon Blackbeak and the Thirteen looked her
lily
(lily)
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