Qeya River Those who are about to die will say anything.

The fire in her eyes dies out, and she regards the other woman with a cool indifference - a sudden and abrupt detachment. Her pain over the loss of her brothers was still fresh, but it was not the way of her people to dwell. She would work it out on her own time, and not in the company of this woman who wasn't worthy of her trust.

The fact that Seageda fell did not surprise her. They had need of the Azgeda warriors, after all, and had not received that aid. They had not deserved it.

"Fine." No, she did not trust her, but there was no use fighting. "But my brothers are dead. My clan has abandoned me. If not because of you, then who?" She rose again, but less aggressive. Tired, perhaps. "I must have vengeance. It is my right."