Lys: Avenging Guardian

The seizing subsided into something of a sleep, and Cathair looked sharply at the slight man. "It 'happens sometimes'?" His gaze went to the hulking Saxon standing over them and his eyes hardened. "What have you people done to her?" Standing, he was still shorter than the man, but the challenge was no less threatening. His hand rested on his knife-hilt, ready to draw it in an instant.

"Tell me, Saxon, or else wish you had."