The Tangle she told him to take care of me

Tux, for as young as he was, housed the wisdom of someone much older than he was.  But the downfall to having so much weigh upon his shoulders was that he had all the patience of a crochety old man.  He only addresses one of her questions from her barrage — the last one.  No, he says pointedly, assertively, it doesn't.  He rounds his shoulders and takes a step closer, a flash of hungry impatience in his golden-bronze eyes.  We use them as examples, Raleska.  Because once you hurt them . . . nobody will ever want to cross you again.

He didn't know what heda wanted with Rosalyn, truthfully, but he knew what they did to natrona.