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In the morning's early light, he followed in his pensive silence until they reached where Rosalyn was being kept. Once there, his glances were slow between Heda and the injured captive. Naturally she had still sought her freedom, but he wondered to what end.. and if she ever would finally be willing to listen to them and stay away for good—unless she wanted them to decorate the place with her bones. Now their message was clear, written all across her tattered face and injured body, and winter's bite stood poised to further drive the point home for them. In his heart, he could find her no mercy. He could care less, for her and for Rusalka's entire slew. Petty annoyances, the whole lot them, as far as he was concerned.

His mismatched stare was cold, utterly unforgiving as he drew a slow, heavy breath that he gusted through his nose with a low, drawn out sigh. She had been given her chance, multiple times over, even more than many deserved, and yet? Here they were, once again.