The man held up a hand, requesting silence. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Mr. Henye.” He stared at the Bewahr with eyes of silver grace. “”Not only would it be an honor, but it’s my duty here.” He lowered himself to his knees with Preloz’s help, then bowed over Pytatia’s body and cupped his hands over her bare chest. A blast of wind tore through skin, muscle, and bone, reaching the heart and ripping it to shreds along with the umbra fairy.
Please tell me he can get to Tashami, since he won't die from the fairy.
