"Mrmmm." Groaning, coming to at first light, Altair cupped his face with one hand, dazed, but not enough not to notice the wet blood dripping down his chin and palm. He tensed and snapped up, dread tracing down his spine as he glanced around his blood-stained bed, only to find it empty.
"Ren!" He shouted, panicked, pushing out his perception only to find her on the ground at the foot of his bed, barely clothed, clutching a golden orb in her palms. And the image of the Duke Leto during his last spiritual journey to the hells came rushing back. He had mentioned his visit to Ren before but could never understand what Leto had wanted to give to her.
Could this have been his doing?
Altair shook his head, pushing such useless thoughts to the back of his mind, and proceeded to check for injuries. He sighed in relief, finding there was none, and flopped down beside her. Clutching, his hair matted with blood.
He winced. "Bastard… Just when it was getting good."
