Fylaneiros took their own dagger and dragged it across the palm of their hand. Just like every few days, they held their palm to me. Following the same motion, I sliced my palm and held it up to theirs. They looked me in the eyes, asking one last time silently if I wanted to do this. I nodded. Both of our hands clasped together. I felt our blood mix together and there was chanting outside the stone circles. Then they said, "speak the promise, Morgana."