Blood and water – so I beheld in the Great Hall as Aearandir tended to the cuts upon his hands, the scrapes and gashes upon his arms - so did my foresight warn me in vision brief of much blood to be spilt in days ahead, that no amount of water would assuage. Naught was there I could do to prevent that which nigh quailed my heart, save my very best to guide my herth to safety when it mattered most.
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