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

I'm fine, she told him. It takes more than that to upset me. She had suffered far worse more than once in her life and had gained a thick skin because of it. There were still some things that could easily get under that thick skin—Kynareth being the main offender. But a few bitchy women was no skin off her nose. 

She stood and shook out her coat, clearly anxious and restless. She didn't like not having freedom, and she didn't like being here. She huffed and turned to Derg then. I want to spar, she told him. It was the only way she knew to take the edge off and calm her mood, even if it would only be temporary. She hoped he would oblige.