Seaside Moors Clouds like the smoke in the room

They were of a like mind.  A part of why Rosalyn had waited was because her wife had welcomed the man to their home... her opinion mattered.  She'd surmised this might be a point for her too, and it seemed she knew her as well as she thought she did.  They were both done.

Aningan we knew.  Aningan we knew would submit when needed.  We deserve it more than he.  We've deserved it more for a long time.  She delivered this quietly, but intently.  She would not watch Rusalka slide into the teeth of a man who would only change it and then drop it soon as something sweeter strode by.  She and her wife had toiled for Rusalka, upheld with their backs and the backs of their children.  Their blood was literally poured into the foundation of it's making and the concrete of it's improvement.

I won't take it alone.  But I think it is worth it.  She wondered if he would fight for it, should the two of them come for him.  She'd thought she was done caring about rank, but it turns out, she cared more if the other seemed interested in using it.  She did not trust Winterbane, much as she'd liked him upon their first meeting.  Soldier, he'd called himself, but that was a lie.  He thought himself a general, and no pirate would ever bow to one such as he.  Not without proof he was true to her code, something she was now assured no man would ever live to.