Qeya River some people survive chaos

kivaluk reads the room, frowning softly at akkuma's blatant dismissal of the woman. a soft, inaudible sigh leaves his lips as he contemplates his next move as the ball is clearly in his court. his gaze moves between the woman and his brother, loyalty to his blood winning out in the end. sorry amalia, kivaluk says, decision made before he had to even really think about it. we can play another day. he suggests.