“We have a Mazdani. Tu’tar was left behind because of serious wounds. He is now healed. Is this the Mazdani you wish to speak to?”“Indeed it i.... Did he request healing?” Fin’so asked ominously.“No. He was defeated in combat, having attacked one of our own whom he wrongly perceived as a threat. He was rendered aid whilst unconscious,” Morgana replied.Fin’so relaxed slightly at this announcement. Mazdani have a ‘tradition’ of toughing out wounds, believing that asking for help is weakness; though. " She rolled her eyes."I'm not a woman,"he said in his girlish voice. "Seriously, who are youand what do you want with me? Why am I all....weird?" Sheesh, you men always have such problems when we make you women, malepride I suppose." She snapped and a full body length mirror appearedbetween the two of them. He jumped a bit in surprise which sent a heavyshock through his chest as it flopped. In the mirror was not what he wasexpecting...Long, wavy black hair went from her eyebrows to her lower. ” “You’re so cruel.” “I can be more so, believe me.” “Tell me how. Make me weak.” “I want you on your knees in your bra and knickers.” “Yes.” “I want you looking up at me.” “Yes.” “I’m wearing a tight rubber dress which shows each of my curves perfectly and I’m holding a lighted candle. I tip it forward so that the molten wax drips onto you, and runs down your naked shoulders, before it solidifies on your tan skin. You whimper a little.” “Oh yes. I want you to do it.” “On my command. She wanted to go to him, but each time she started to move she remembered him slamming into Connor, splitting skin and breaking bones, and she shivered and stopped."Marcus," she called to him, her voice coming out as a strangled whisper. "Marcus."He carried on tapping, and she started to reach for him, hesitating and drawing back."Are you guys OK in here?" Elspeth asked, poking her head in the door. Briana's voice could be heard from somewhere, though not clearly."He's ... I'm..."Hope tried to.