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Maude's struggle began to lessen and fractionally, Kjalarr's jaws began to slacken their hold upon her scruff. He released her entirely when her half choked sobs began. In reality, Kjalarr had done nothing wrong. Had not betrayed nor slighted and yet he still felt ...something akin to guilt. Perhaps because he'd been oblivious the whole time. Perhaps because he had certainly not meant to, he'd caused a rivalry between the two women that he had a sinking feeling could never be moved on from or forgotten. As he had no interest in anything even closely resembling a relationship what was right in front of his nose had passed over his head with the viking none the wiser. Until now. There was naught to be done about it. “No more fighting,” He commanded them, looking from Maude whom he'd given space to Ondine. “If you can't get along then don't speak to one another. Avoid each other. I will not tolerate this fighting among my ranks. Am I clear?” Kjalarr did not speak it but it was in the hidden context of his words that if they did fight one another they would both be punished for it. Little did he know that in a short week (or two?) it would no longer matter.