The Sentinels Bravery only means something to those afraid of death.

Raleska saw a dart of pink trace along Dacio’s jowls — no doubt, some of that inward anxiety was communicated (and reciprocated) to her. 

She also was on edge. It was not a nervousness that fluttered in her heart now, but a semblance of being out of place. She could go home, but the roads were dark and who knew what prowled at the height of midnight? She was safer here, even if she did not feel it. 

Unsure of how to proceed, Raleska listened to Dacio’s proposition with a turned ear. Part of her — the more cold, rational part of her — felt she needed no protection at all, particularly not from an ex-enemy that had only just recently renounced his burden of vengeance.. and her, the more delicate part of her sensibilities — the part that wanted nothing but security, warmth, and the feeling of being wanted, thought his plan was just fine too. 

She in turn licked her lips, weighing the decision and finding ultimately, even though she was alone, she hadn’t wanted to be alone. ’Safe’ is just an illusion. Raleska said bitterly, but not dismissively. but.. you can stay, if you want. What happened to your arm? She had noticed earlier the way he favored it, and was curious whose teeth had come across him as of late.