"I'll tend to the wounded personally," Ashlynn said as she dropped the pieces of the broken spoon on the table to inspect her hand. The wood splinters had scratched her deeply enough to raise a few red welts, but after becoming Nyrielle's Seneschal, her body was more than tough enough to resist being cut by something as simple as a broken utensil.
"And I want a list of names of people who survived their own stupidity," Ashlynn added. "I'll give them a lesson in respecting their opponents and their leaders."
"Are you sure that's a good idea, Mother Ashlynn?" Virve asked, frowning at the leader of her coven. "If they learn that you will heal them even after such a disaster…"
"Don't worry, Virve," Ashlynn said as she briefly gathered the aura of a stately, ancient tree around herself. "These are proud men. Brave warriors. One of the worst punishments they can suffer is to be called home to their mother so she can kiss their boo-boos and make them better."
