Lady Talaith. Is that what you’re wearing to dinner tonight?”
...
“And exactly when did I start owing you an explanation for
anything I do?”
“She’s got you there, brother.” The pair turned on him so fast,
Gwenvael stumbled back against the window, almost falling out of it.
“Don’t bother. I’ll accidentally hit myself in the head later.

To be honest, Briec doesn’t
consider fights with humans as battles. I think he sees that more as
hunting. Or a snack that runs.

The men watched as Annwyl the Bloody took a stand against something from their darkest nightmares. Too afraid to fight, but too terrified for their leader to run away.
And then Brastias saw the girl do something he would never forget.
She kicked the beast. Right in the knee.
Brastias and Danelin exchanged glances.
“Well, you always thought she was insane,” Brastias offered.
“I didn’t think I was right.”
“You lying toe-rag!” she yelled up at him.
“Let me explain.”
“Go to hell!”
“Annwyl.”
“No!

Then he stalked off into the woods, leaving Talaith alone.
Good. Now I can panic in peace.

. “And I stole some oxen jerky out of Bercelak’s bag. He makes the best oxen jerky.”

“Bercelak the Vengeful cooks?”

“Aye. And he’s surprisingly good at it, too!

What are you doing?” she asked.

“Getting naked.”

“What the hells for?”

“So you can be comfortable getting naked, too, so we can get some sleep.”

“How would that make me feel comfortable? In what universe would that make me feel comfortable?”

“You can see my scars.”

“I don’t want to see your scars!