Happy Honeymoon

The slave was Rakharo's shadow, sticking to him whenever she could. Things were easier this way, she had decided. If she was close to him, she did not have to worry about Lavakho. She did not have to worry about making as many mistakes. When Rakharo moved to answer the call, Tomahawk was beside him, her smaller frame dwarfed in comparison to his own (and further by Lavakho the giant). When he growled, Tomahawk shrunk back, flashes of her own punishment coming to mind.

His stance demanded answers, and Tomahawk did not think her voice was needed just yet. Her ears remained wide open, though, and she would serve as their go-between for as long as they required her presence.