Ankyra Sound they're lining up the prisoners and the guards are taking aim

Any indication how she feels about the suggestion is met with nothing. She stares him. Maybe she considers it. Maybe she’s already made up her mind. Slow breaths, carefully expelling down the length of her nose.
 
Hunting with outsiders is often frowned upon, they take what they want and need and fuck the rest, right? But every turn, she’s had to adjust herself to the wilds, which she is not sure how to feel about. She is here as a diplomat instead of a warrior and those ways are hard to put down, especially when she feels the need to play both parts.
 
“Fine,” she finally says, licks her lips, and glances back up the beach but she doesn’t suspect they’ll find much on the sandy shore.