Thom paced back and forth anxiously as the only knight suitable enough to give a proper diagnosis on Lucinda's condition leaned over the girl in question, checking the wound Morgana had just made. It was silent, only the howling of the wind and the crunching of Thom's feet on the frozen grass as he paced. Tristan--the knight providing the diagnosis--took in Lucinda's wound, all the while watching as her lips gained a faint blue tint and her breathing grew ragged.
Eir was sitting on her knees with her mistress' head in her lap, her eyes watching the knight very sharply. Those eyes watched every single move, took in every emotion. They missed nothing. Arthur was kneeling on down beside Tristan, watching the man, his gaze slipping off to Lucinda's face--pained even in unconsciousness--once i
