But my sister is susceptible to that considering she's pretty fucked up in the head. That part is your fault. I just hope that you're man enough to ad...it to it after we talk. And this is going to take some time to solve. Years of abuse aren't going to just melt away in one day." Hold on a God damned minute," I said. "I have never abused your sister. I've never once hit her, screamed at her or cursed at her." Nope you didn't," he said. "In fact you damn near killed her with kindness. That makes. I was almost moved to words, but said nothing. When I put the clamp on her other nipple, she pushed against me, her bound hands grasping at my shirt. I did not know whether she was seeking relief from pain, or expressing pleasure. But my arms stayed around her, holding her, comforting her, cuddling her. I unclipped her wrists and pointed. “On your stomach,” I said. She approached the bed with slow steps, hesitating, but curious. “Yes, Sir.” She lay on the bed obediently, waiting. I first felt her pulse. It was weak and slow. It should have been around 120 but was almost too weak for me to record. I found it at last and counted. It was as slow as my own normal heartbeat. That was not good. I then checked her temperature. Her skin was cool to the touch. This also worried me. I looked up at that moment and saw Manola and Shamona approaching with furs, water and cloths. I checked Shira's arms and legs. I checked her neck. I couldn't feel anything out of place. Holding her. And then the rest of the noise from the battlefield filtered in to my awareness, and I looked around in a daze to see Riordan beheading one of the emissaries whose mana I held, while Conrad and Loghain stood back to back fighting a group of hurlocks. Further away, a group of soldiers fought their way through the horde to reach Cailan, and I breathed a sigh of relief.The battalion had arrived, and brought a group of Wardens with it.I scrambled to my feet, finding the daggers which I’d dropped in.