Foggy Bottom Way ratero

PPing Faustus as mentioned <3

Andromache hardly comprehended the exchange, yet in Silvertongue's words she found some kind of understanding. Here was something she knew; here was a woman in pain, a woman suffering at the hands of a man. She listened in silence, nodding once to Silvertongue's request of peace.

Peace, then, She agreed quietly. Her eyes drifted between Akavir and the other woman whose name she had not caught. I'm not the one she's running from. Words meant mainly for the woman, but for both of them. Who were they to pursue her? Who were they to claim ownership of Silvertongue, of any woman?

My men will handle the rest. They won't come to harm, Andromache assured the downed woman, seeking now to lead her away; to the valley, to safety. If she would not be led, the princess would carry her. She would carry her herself, even as Faustus arrived first on the scene, even as she heard the growing footsteps that signaled the imminent arrival of Nikolaos and Euryalos. No man would touch her.

Send them away in peace. No blood, She barked to Nikolaos in their native tongue.

And though her wounds ached and her heart was much the same, she felt pride. Were they not here to make change? To deliver the most unfortunate among them from systemic, generations-old suffering? If any soul was in need of safe harbor, surely it was Silvertongue. Whatever had happened to her, it would not happen again. Not here.