The necromancer in his arms, pale and bruised, so fragile looking, so thin he scarcely weighed a feather, was nothing like the acerbic, rude man Sorin had met in the forest. That man had vexed him to madnessbeyond madness. This man left him feeling inadequate and fiercely protective. It left him thinking mine and adrift in emotions he did not recognize.
Looking again to the bastards who had hurt Koray, Sorin used his powers to pitch his voice so the entire castle heard him. "The next person to harm the necromancer will die by my hand." Turning away, he strode off toward the royal cathedral.
Angelos was waiting for him on the steps, looking as angry as Sorin felt. When Sorin reached him, he turned without a word and led the way into the cathedral and through the sanctuary up to the altar. "Lay him on the altar; I can draw power from the cathedral itself to heal him. Did no one else step forward to help him? By the time I was woken, you were already there."