Hideaway Strath Don't you know I'm no good for you?

Derg rolled his eyes. Yeah, ok Simmik.
He knew this was a bad situation for her but still, she didn't have to be so boring.
Make the best of what you've got they say.
He let her lay down, feeling the Saints gather around to watch the spectacle of a Captive being allowed some free time. Relatively.
"I'll let you do what you want then," he rolled his eyes as Whrist sidled up against him.

"Simmik. Kynareth dragged her in."
It was all any of them needed to know really. There wasn't much more to it to the rest fo the Saints. Of course, it's more to the Captive and Grandmaster. Derg was just babysitting.
But the mention of mating season.

Derg turned a sharp eye to Whrist, "Don't be so stupid."
It was one thing to have a captive, but to suggest that she'd make the next generation of Saints was absurd.

He looked back to Simmik.
Maybe he should invite her to a spar - or rather to batter the shit out of him if it made her feel better.