RETH
Aymora went back to her tools and poured something from the bowl into a small clay cup, then walked it over to the table and sat it in front of him. "It tastes terrible, but it will help you replenish. You must take it morning and night for the next week."
Still frowning because she hadn't answered his question, Reth gripped the cup and threw it down his throat—immediately coughing and sticking out his tongue to rid it of the terrible taste.
Aymora's lips twitched at the face he made, but she didn't give in. When he'd stopped swallowing convulsively, she put a hand to his shoulder.
"Do you know what line the wolves used to turn people?"
"No."
She sighed. "When they met people who seemed to waver, but were reluctant to abandon us, they told them that you would forgive them. They reminded the people that they knew that about you."
Reth narrowed his eyes, frowning. "What?"
