Sunbeam Lair No hope, no love, no glory

The male had listened, whilst Asterr did nothing more than watch. She remained silent, keeping an eye on him to ensure that the bark was not cast aside. There were so many things that she could say—yell, even—and yet, not a word was uttered. For, on the other hand, she had nothing to say. To approach the situation, to deal with it, she refused. Both were aware of what he'd attempted to do, of how he had behaved, and how he'd disobeyed her. Rare was it for the girl to deliver actual commands, and so, when she did, she expected them to be followed. Jolon had not done so. He'd acted on his own, he'd given in to desire and instinct. The logic of his mind had, at the time, been thrown away as if it didn't matter.

"Do not use your injured limb until I say otherwise," the girl had eventually said, her usual smile nowhere in sight. Rather, a neutral expression reigned over her features, managing to effect even her voice; the gentle tones that she was so accustomed to using seemed to exist no longer whilst in the man's presence. She'd not been meant to speak again, her mind having decided that to observe was for the best. Her tongue, however, had not agreed, and went on to then act on its own. "Be grateful that you have a place here, still." Harsh were the words, but little did she care.