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the laughter of the man swelled like the sea, booming around her. it was almost too much. she remained demure, taking a piece of meat between her teeth, eyes downcast to her meal while he guffawed and praised, and plotted, and taught.

she eyed the fruit she had pilfered from him.
it was the sort of thing that men enjoyed together. plenty of men of her previous han indulged on rations of old fruit after their long days toiling for her father. the guard that served him were rewarded with the same - a nicer variety perhaps, cleaner tasting, but nothing special.
it made all of them the same: foolish and bold.
satsu had not yet decided if she would indulge.

when next ramesses spoke it was to bring up crowfeather—
i had word with germanicus. i entreated that he tell the boy a truth so that he could choose a better path. but she had no knowledge of how that had resulted yet. she worried that regardless of her will, or the influence of the grizzled man, crowfeather would remain devoted to the ronin way of life.
we will see what happens.