Ankyra Sound Let mercy come and wash away what I've done

Kjalarr kept to his awkward silence, gaze shifting between them, muscles twitching in anticipation as he watched Maude move closer to Ondine, her posture one of dominance. Kjalarr's own tail twitched as he watched the two of them exchange barbed words that sounded something like pleasantries — at least from Ondine, he'd never heard something so pretty come from Maude's mouth — back and forth. He kept from intervening, held back on placing himself between the two women; at least for the moment. Barbed words were fine but he wouldn't let them come to physical blows. In a way, this needed to happen. Maude needed to assert herself as the dominate female in this situation: Ondine had spoken to her in a way that Kjalarr doubted she'd dare speak to Caiaphas and Maude had a right to assert herself. He still wasn't sure what kind of faces Maude had been making to start this...tiff between the two of them but that wasn't the pressing thing to focus on, currently. So, while his muscles were poised, ready to become the referee if it looked like it was going to become violent he remained in his spot, continuing to observe.