Solus stiffened at the memory. Not because she didn't like being reminded of her mistake with the Eyes of Menadion, but because Tista was kindly glossing over the fact that it had almost cost her own life as well.
Nobody knew about the Bleed, so when the Upyr had defeated Solus, Tista had rushed to finish off her own opponent, afraid that the tower would have drained Lith's vitality to heal Solus' wounds.
Best case scenario, Jorl would have killed the weakened Lith. Worst case scenario, Lith and Solus would have both died. Or so Tista thought.
"I'll take you up on that." Solus looked down at her tea as if it contained the key to solving the mysteries of life.
"Why so glum? Everybody gets her ass kicked from time to time." Tista smiled, trying to cheer her friend up. "Even Lith is not undefeated."
"That's not the problem." Solus shook her head. "Give me a second."
Her gaze went blank, like it always happened when Solus talked with Lith via their bond, or she spaced out.
