Dragoncrest Cliffs a great machine of death is roaring and rearing

Kheviel made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat at Chacal's suggestion and nodded half-heartedly, staring out at the sea.

'De young man- Cayetano- ‘e be feedin’ you well, at least?'

She snorted--she couldn't help it--and turned her head away, grinning like a fool. Then, coughing, she said, Uh, yep. He's... feeding me all right. What on earth was wrong with her? Was she some yearling to make such ribald comments?

Oh, who cared? Certainly not her.