Aurienne glanced at Mordaunt to see how he was taking this turn of affairs. She caught a twist of amusement across his scarred lips before he disappeared behind his own curtain. So he thought this was funny, did he? He was having a grand time, was he? That was fine. She would soon be putting a damper on his mood with another failed healing. Let the Fyren enjoy himself while he could; he was a dead man walking.
fucked up
