Northstar Vale and we weren't even married (dmn?)

and yet, even as she denied such assertions, andraste trembled with angst.

kalika watched through squinted eyes as the display approached its close. was that it, then? did their leader have nothing more to show? judgement rotted, leaving only pity. 

the siren rose onto her paws once more, a direct challenge of authority. prove it. although stiff with muscles braced, her tail was tucked tightly between pale thighs as if to say, 

i do not want your rank. i want to help you keep it.

the siren was uninterested in leading at the forefront. her true interest was in advising, whispering in undómiel's ear. it was safer, a more secure position.

make me submit, kalika continued, as you would a true insubordinate.