Bearclaw Valley quicksilver cruel

But not because you wanted to?

Want? Want had nothing to do with it. He did what was required to the best of his ability, and that was that. His childhood had been spent under the tutelage of warrior parents or warrior sisters, not because he wanted to be a warrior but because that was what they expected from him and cultivated out of his natural instincts. There was no way out of it. Want. All Revui had ever wanted was a hot meal and the praise of his betters, which for a time was easily obtained.

The manner in which the girl backtracked and tried to apologize did not irritate Revui, nor did he find it particularly pleasing. It was a lot of fumbling. A lot of akwardness, some soft apologies, all of which he watched mutely. As soon as Phoebe mentioned, Am I keeping your from something? Revui presumed that was the end of things; it was dismissive.

A further patrol. He grunts in response, but doesn't move from her side nor protest.