They were going to get supplies and the woman — Ange, maybe — was going to help Crouch, and it was fine, and Noble was going to have to move away from the gate. He pushed himself off of it and took a few steps along the side of the house, clearing space, so that they could both leave — there was some aura of unreality to this whole interaction, as if it could not possibly be happening. Noble didn't fuck up. He didn't. He wasn't a person who fucked up, he was supposed to be steady and stable and he got things right, he didn't send married women into comas.

He was going to have to test the potion himself, because he didn't believe it, but — had he killed a woman?

"I — I'm sorry," Noble said, "That should — that should all work. The healer will know what to do." The healer had fucking better, because Noble couldn't handle this if he killed a woman.

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