In one fluid motion, he grabbed the blanket again and wrapped her up.
Tighter this time.
Much tighter.
"HEY!" Faelyn protested, muffled by fabric. "What are you—"
"You PROMISED you were sane!"
"I AM sane!"
"You were about to—" He couldn't even say it. "No. Absolutely NOT. You're staying wrapped until you're actually thinking clearly."
He bundled her so thoroughly she looked like a cocoon.
A very angry cocoon.
Only her glowing blue eyes were visible, narrowed with frustration.
"This is RIDICULOUS," she said.
"This is NECESSARY."
"I can't move AT ALL now!"
"GOOD. That's the POINT."
"Roshan—"
"No. No negotiating. No compromising. You stay bundled until your eyes stop glowing and you stop trying to—" He gestured helplessly. "—to do THAT."
He stood, pacing away from her, running his hands through his hair.
Breathing hard.
