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Tonravik watched him, her eyes more calculating than they were curious. The woman could not help but wonder how he might respond or receive her after she made her intentions as clear as she could; but, he remained disinterested. Tonravik still could not feel offense. He received her no differently than he had the first time, and Tonravik accepted this. 

His question was met with a deep grimace, if ever her natural countenance could grimace any more than it could. I could not follow their leader. Tonravik did not gossip; but she answered questions. Emotion rules her. Tonravik despised emotion, even though admittedly she felt it. The Tartok woman was just not ruled by it.