Shadewood Incoming Turbulence

“I believe you.” It came out perfectly, a soft courting of ease to her ‘disgust’. The assassin knew nothing more than lies and desiccation, of deceit and death. He could only offer such in his profession. 

“But I am not disgusted with you. Nor am I frustrated with you.” It came out boldly, yet his murmur was just that. Bold, but soft. “We are wolves- we all make mistakes. But when given the chance to learn from them, should they not kill us, we need to heed them while we can.” His icelandic stare dived directly for her own, auds struck as direct as a clock chime on her in case words might follow. 

“I know there is much more to you than some might think. I only ask you prove it not just to yourself, but to both me, and this Family of ours.”