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Warning: this post is shite.

The girl spoke, answering him, but what started as something he could support quickly shifted into something that made his fur bristle. A flicker of emotion crossed his face, the display brief and unable to linger; it had become something of a habit as he grew older, the limitations placed on his expressions. Sitting up, his body grew stiff and his eyes focused on her own, but there was nothing that might hint at the thoughts swimming in his head. The notion alone that his daughter might someday live her life as a courtesan, of all things, put a sour taste in his mouth, as well as made him question the other man’s intentions. He considered speaking with Miraak, perhaps even insisting that he keep himself away from the youngest of the Apaata girls, but was quick to decide that speaking to Astrid directly might be best.

Shifting, the man cleared his throat, ridding it of whatever crude remarks had become trapped. “I don’t think you should be a courtesan,” he said, keeping things simple and direct. “If you want to train to be a warrior, then do that, but I can’t let you just give your body to any man that wants it.” He could only imagine what his mother might have said, had she lived to hear her granddaughter’s words. “You’re better than a courtesan. That life is beneath you,” added the Inuk, his words accompanied by a slow shake of his head. He couldn’t recall any of his family members having ever lived with such a complicated lifestyle, and so he didn’t want to see his daughter do it, either.

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