"Good. You killed it."
'Ha...ha...'
He continued to stare at the severed bloodhound head.
"Boy?"
Her voice snapped him out of it. The strength returned to his body.
"Faye. Where were you?"
She came closer. Her scent was vomit-inducing.
"Give me your sword."
She extended her palm. Gawain placed his sword on it.
"Why didn't you bring a horse?"
"I couldn't. Norman was the only one left."
Her eyes wandered towards his side.
"Your fists are trembling."
Gawain looked at his hands.
"I-I don't know why."
Her face got unnaturally close to his.
"What are you-"
Without any prior warning, Faye's pressed her soft lips into his rough and dry ones. Grabbing both of his shoulders, she made sure that he didn't resist.
For a second, he got angry. But then, he could tell from the expression. Faye was worried.
'Don't resist.'
She used her tongue and passed through his teeth. Once inside. she swirled it around to lick out a swab of his saliva with her tongue.
"Salty."
