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Valmúa nodded, knowing that a good line of communication with anyone familiar with the northern ways would surely be of value. Chanel too, the Prinsessa, would make an excellent little addition to the harem she was trying to build. The more women they could get, the easier things would be. `Yes, she will be good for us,` she agreed, pleased that he would be more than willing to make another trip out west to ensure things stayed current. He was more than simply valuable to the Watch, he was completely indispensable.
And then the snap, and the snarl.
Automatically, the fire woman rewound all of the information she had just exchanged with Kigipigak, or at least as much of it as she could remember. None of it was particularly incriminating other than a few of the phrases she had used to refer to her brothers not willing to follow Simmik to her homeland. She had to assume that he had heard everything.
Experience with her brothers grabbing her scruff and neck all of the time to correct her behaviour made her flinch at the sounds Stjornuati made. Her ears splayed and she eyed him, noticing from his gaze alone that indeed, he wanted an explanation for their little affair.
She resisted the urge to tell him to relax, because telling a person to relax generally has the opposite effect. Við erum að tala um nýliðun. Talking about recruitment, she said in both the Stormhaven and Common tongues, her voice feeling rather sharp. She refused to match Stjor's energy level, for what they were talking about was hardly maniacal. She knew that the subject of finding them women would be... not well received. So she redirected. You do not like Chanel?
Inwardly, she prepared for a fight. He wouldn't like any of it.