I watch them though the window; Joscelin and Faith.
Together they trade blows back and forth, alive in a way neither of them are with me. Both of them lost in the moment, in the fight.
Faith, her lithe body spinning, ducks beneath Joscelin's darting attack.
Joscelin sways away in his turn, his Cassiline forms flowing, blades high in defense.
Blood flows from numerous small cuts on both, but they simply laugh and carry on.
My heart tightens as I fear for them both, yet I cannot, will not stop this.
Naamah preserve them, I pray.
Love as thou wilt.