Bab 612: Blood Droplets In The Night.

"You really... didn't bring him anything?" Vasilissa mumbled, staring at Alcott from the side of her eyes.

"As a dragon, Arad doesn't need magic items of money from me," Alcott replied, staring forth, "He'll find more use to skills, training, and guidance. I'll show him how to hunt monsters he never hunted. How to take down those stronger than him and survive in this world."

"That's something you'll do," She smiled.

As they talked, Merida stood in the back, glaring at the busy living room with a slightly sore face. She sat on a chair, staring in silence.

Aella approached her, "You can go sleep if you're exhausted. It's been a long day for you."

Merida stared at the sword Alcott gave her, "I appreciate the gift, but I would have taken a night of silence." She leaned the blade on the wall, sighing.

"I feel some bloodlust on me," Alcott mumbled with a worried smile, "Did I do something wrong?"