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

Derg gave the two shadows a tight smile.
They could be sisters. They would make for good spys. He should guide them as such.
One a stone, the other ice. All they needed now was a flame.
Three hellish sisters.

His smile grew, only slightly.

"I'm sure he'll appreciate your company," he mused to Whrist. As for Zsu, he gave her a nod, then turned to roll his eyes. Landing them on a still-bristling Simmik. He wouldn't punish her for standing up for herself. He wouldn't have stopped them putting her in her place.
But it was all a fanatic show.

"Are you ok?" He didn't want to send her back to her Grandmaster in a shittier mood. He suspected Kynareth asked him to look after her to try and cheer her up. Somehow.