Seaside Moors Our mind is not where it should be

Aye, either way.  They'd howl in victory or they'd sound a summons to their defeat.  If the latter, they could determine what the next steps would be together.  Surely he won't be stupid enough, Rosalyn thought, but she'd known men stupider who wore similar veneers of strength.

She stepped forward, pressing her cheek to Raleska's with a small smile.  This was serious, but it was also for the better, and she didn't want to seem so grave.  Don't let Solaire boss you around too much; she's a horrendous Bos'n.  Rosalyn jested, stepping back and regarding Raleska with affectionate gratitude.  Thank you.