Raven's Watch my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer

The girl said nothing, offering merely the tilt of her skull. Valmúa swallowed the sneer she was feeling and instead offered something that attempted to be a warm smile. It faded quickly, for the poppy girl had little energy for such guards that day. She realized at once that her long time avoidance of children like Miwa was probably the right way to go, and for a second she debated leaving her there.
Your companion, she began, glancing quickly toward the young raven and then focusing her eyes ahead. They walked almost in step, though Valmúa took broad steps, perhaps intentionally, that outpaced the girl. She is laglegur — pretty, she said.
Had she been a weaker woman, a sickening envy might have glazed her words. As it stood, they were quite earnest, for she held respect for their fellows of the Watch.