Stavanger Bay the thief and the moon

The initial response that was offered wasn't necessarily wrong, but the titan knew that there was a great deal of discomfort in the meek tone of her voice. It furthered his belief that she was an intellect, first and foremost. She had the same penchant for tending to others as he recalled seeing in his mother. It was bittersweet to know that he had found himself in a similar place as his father – who had offered lessons to Deirdre in order to repay her for tending to his wounds. Ford knew that he had not struck a deal with Dalia, but he had taken it upon himself to see her grow into the best version of herself.

“You know... you do not have to fight if you do not wish to,” he said in a soft voice. The warhound latched his hollow sights on the girl's freckled face and his brow furrowed. “There are some who have taken vows of peace – they do no harm. You are not required to adopt the life of a warrior.” He had promised that he would help her overcome the attack she had suffered. Ford knew that teaching her to fight would have many benefits, but not if she was unwilling.