Sep 21, 2014
"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"
Her head lifted wearily to Owen. Vision began to fail her, though she vaguely recalled the voice. “I could.” Eliss’s voice left her chest. Painfully. “A good thing I hauled you all the way to the Cathedral, eh? I guess you owe me.” She grinned faintly behind the blood caked on her face. Cupping a hand over her mouth, she began to cough violently.
"I’m pissed." Any attempt of pleasantness left her voice, understandably so. "…just carry me to Nethergarde and have them send me some Bitter. A lot of it."
