dreamers of the day are dangerous men

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Týrr rather thought the options he'd given her were as good as they got. He wouldn't force her to stay and he wouldn't force her to leave unless she left him with literally no other option. In reality, they were the same choices he offered everyone: stay, or leave. He did not believe in stealing freedom. They all had the choice to leave, if they wished; but they would not. So they stayed. Týrr was silent when she stated that he would not have his way, calling him boy. Retaliating against her would only give her what she desired. The Rekkr suspected that she wanted to rouse him, but Týrr had no intentions of giving her the satisfaction. Xiuhcoatl stated that she was not leaving, not yet, and left the soon-to-be King with the distinct impression that she meant him ill will. This set him on an edge of razor wire, making him even more weary than he already had been. He could chase her out if she pressed the issue, or he could give her what she wanted: a death match. After all, it would not be his first and he did not fear her as much as he had once feared Ragnar. Or, and this was the option he chose to go with for the moment: he could attempt to thwart her and keep his control iron tight. She would not take his kingdom from him, and she would not take him back to Coatl's Rise.

The Rekkr watched her turn her back to him, and for a wild second he felt the temptation to rush her, to tear at her exposed spine; but in the end he resisted it. “If you plan on staying,” Týrr called out to her retreating form. “You can help the others by marking the borders, patrolling and filling the caches.” Just because she was against him, and believed her stature was higher than his did not mean she got to do whatever she wanted. She was on his land now and she could either chose to live by his rules or die by them, if she wanted it that way. "I'll be checking in." Satisfied that he had control (even if he didn't?) Týrr turned and headed off into the opposite direction of his aunt, mentally noting that perhaps it was better if he kept his distance for a while.