Arrow Lake infidus

It was with this reveal that Wren felt a burning. A searing, soot-colored pain that scorched her insides. Silvertongue had been a slave, and she could only imagine with horrifically vivid imagery what that man must have put her through. 
And then her thoughts go to Lilitu, who she could only assume was the daughter Akavir searches for. 
Her sour, ugly gaze is burned into Germanicus, who is stone cold himself, frostbitten and unmoving. It takes all of her might to bite back the snarl, and for Akavir's sake, she does so, keeping her paw gently against his own. Had they both hands, she would have held his. 
I hope you're sorry, she scoffs under bitter breath, a coldness to it. She made a mental note to never tell Silvertongue she knew of this.