Stavanger Bay shot me out of the sky, you're my kryptonite

Atoll sat beside Skellige, making no noise and pretending she was not there. The only thing that proved she was not a statue was the constant twitch of her ears as the conversation went on around her. She was not surprised by Con's words; she'd already taken the Donnelaith boy to be a kind sort, and she knew that her king was good and merciful. Of course he'd saved sweet Deirdre - with any luck, something would come of it, too.