The blanket draped to her knees, and tucked around her waist, But her back was left exposed, he tried not to stare at her shoulder blades or the arch of her back. The sound of the man’s flesh tearing and the sight of her, naked, face bloodied, nearly drove him mad with bloodlust. She looked at him, fear plain on her face, she averted her eyes again. “You truly do not intend me harm?” She asked, gently. The loosened grip became a weapon as she bent low and tossed the man, who must be twice her weight, over her head like a bundle of wood. Water full of salt and undrinkable, poisoned, Have you seen this?”
Kalista giggled. Steam rolled off Ansel, the strange woman, and the corpses around them. He was not sure why it should drive him mad, he felt pretty normal. He held her against him, trying to provide warmth, and carried her.
