Raven's Watch And a love, and a home

Impassive and stony, the star-eater gave no outward indication of his recognition of the woman the fire-breather spoke of, weighing the possibilities in his mind. The fact that she sought her friend, the very one that remained under his care, drew him away from the conclusion that this was some sort of ploy to harass he and his brother, or their claim, again. And true, he could have bargained, her friend for her avoidance of the Watch, but Stjornuati was not trader of flesh. 

A breath furled from his nose in a visible cloud, one ear flicking as he studied the woman before turning back towards his forest, casting a look over his shoulder. Come, He instructed. Teya is under this one's care. And yet, for all he knew, the fire-breathing faerie would accuse him of holding her hostage, or worse, and while he exercised patience, there would be a limit to it.