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nyra had been kind enough to her. they had scarcely any dealings within the strathwood. it was easy to see why such a person had found kinship and rank among the saints, or alongside kynareth. they were similar enough, and she imbued with a rage that kynareth likely saw as a boon to his cause.
there was nothing here to hold such a creature's interest, though.

satsu scoffed lightly, air hissing between her teeth at the mention of the daimyo's concern.
not for lack of trying from your latest, she murmured, and if that piqued the man's interest satsu would go on to explain grimly, the pale one seems a fan of her own voice.
keeping kynareth entertained with maggie would sort out any problems satsu had, though. either the man would leave content and the mesa would remain intact, or he would grow tired of the harlot, perhaps make a meal of her.
such a dark thought had no place within satsu truly, yet she found the concept brightened her outlook.