Lanister looked at Nevayah with a mix of awe and horror as she spoke her plan, unsure what stance he should take on it... On one hand, they could follow through with her plan but then they risk their little boy coming down with an irreplaceable case of brain-damage... While Izayah had a minor resistance to it because he was a tainted blood, he wasn't his mother! His blood couldn't protect him from his father like his mother could! Nevayah's plan was simply do drop Lanister's tainted blood in the center of them all and have Nevayah wrap a tonic-covered cloth over his face so that he didn't die... How could she have forgotten that as the blood eats through one's brain, it drives them violently insane!? No... she must've just been willing to take that chance... He had no qualms about killing all the bandits... but he didn't want to risk his child if they couldn't get to him in time... But then he saw the look in those blue eyes of hers, so determined that her plan would work... She looked as if nothing in the world would keep her from her baby and he actually believed it...
Spontaneously, Lanister wrapped an arm around Nevayah's back and another around the back of her head, pulling her into a kiss so full of love, he wanted to do it all over again... but the stakes today were so much larger than the sharing of love... Slowly, the red-eyed tainted pulled away, smiling softly at the woman he'd fallen in love with... She had grown up so much since their time in Eyssrn, even if her body only did by 2 years... She was gorgeous already, with her long black hair, soft blue eyes and gorgeous slick white skin, but even more so, she was beautiful in who she was, what her morals were and how she looked after her children... He loved the strength within her, the determination to not lose what was so precious to her... He loved Nevayah with everything he had...
"No matter what happens..." He whispered, placing a hand on her cheek before pecking her lips once more. "I love you."
And with that, Lanister drew his sword and ran his palm upon it's edge, the steel cutting into his flesh and unleashing the hell within his veins. Stalking up beneath the brush, Lanister suddenly sprung up from behind, flicking his injured, bleeding hand at the bandits, his blood splattering across the ground at their feet, on their boots, touching all but the one paroling the perimeter on the other side of the camp.
"IZAYAH! DON'T BREATH-" Suddenly, the man was thrown back to the ground, his injured arm feeling dead and heavy for some sudden reason... It felt as if something was sticking out of it, messing with his joi- Then he saw it... A solid steel crossbow bolt had hit him right in the shoulder, small and removable, but definitely able to incapacitate someone unarmored like Lanister... The blood would begin to take effect on the unwary bandits soon, but Lanister was unable to help anymore. He was still trying to make sense as to why there was a stick with feathers coming off the end sticking into his arm...