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she came, striding confidently with the stance of a conqueror. velen was momentarily quelled by the fire of her, despite her smaller stature, and read in the woman a ferocity that the scarred man had not borne. a twitch of his lips and he lay down his proverbial sword, unwilling yet to fully submit, but granting the woman a silent promise of teeth that would remain sheathed.
"my mate and i are expecting kids in the next month," the ceto grated directly, eyes roving over her impassive features, the glint of fire in her stare. "i need to know they will be safe." or we bounce, was the unspoken promise here, but she wasn't a stupid individual. 
perhaps she could also parcel out that if she promised safety for velen's unborn, she would have in him a loyal member of the original family. rannveig too, he suspected. but still — he fell silent, unsure of whether or not she could be trusted regardless of what she said.