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His thoughts were something she could not read, as was his expression in the dimly lit place. Yet the tone in which he'd spoken had revealed all that she'd needed to understand, a slow shake of her head having soon begun. "He was unsuccessful with his attempts," the girl commented, believing there to be no need for her to clarify which attempts, exactly. "He had certainly tried, but his efforts were futile." She had gotten away in the end, for his reliance upon instinct over mind had turned him into a fool. He'd depended upon his physical strength, which had allowed for her to slip away, as her agility was something that he just couldn't match; in actuality, it had been a graceless moment that had allowed for her to flee, but still had her tumbling been boosted by the speed of her running prior.

"What would you have done had I said differently?" she'd questioned, inspired by curiosity rather than a true need to know the answer. Would Jolon's life have been in danger? The thought revealed to her a disturbing discovery: she did not feel a need to defend the male in response to the idea of him being attacked, which was quite the opposite to how she felt for the rest of the members.