Caffeinated Otter

“That’s an oath,” the poet says, soft and easy. “Regarding Avren the Sparrow’s throat, should any touch a hair on your head tonight.”
“Such a relief to be among allies at last,” Pepperidge sighs, and sips the tea; a more similar brew to those found in her hometown than to the ones the Highland favours.
“Oh, they’d understand,” Lilli says cheerily, tucking the blade away. “And look, you’re fine, which eternally does my heart good.”