Ocean's Breath Plateau [m] 86 missed calls from home

She couldn’t—or, wouldn’t—stop the eye roll as he asked her to direct her attention to the task they were sent to complete. Wasn’t that what she tried to answer? Sure, she rambled, but it was hardly something she could help. Her nerves had got the better of her and she spoke of things that weren’t pertinent.

We need to know what we’re willing to give. 

What were they willing to give? What else can tie a pack to each other beyond trade. A thought came to her, one that she wasn’t sure she liked. It was something that reminded her of her past, of what preempted the fall of her family.

A promise of marriage, perhaps? Was Reverie truly that desperate? She wasn’t sure; she hoped not. It was an idea she didn’t even want to voice given her history.

But, what else could there possibly be?

So, she shrugged. “I’m not a diplomat, Tybault. I wouldn’t know the ins and outs of obtaining allies. I prefer to heal and care for babies. Not this.” The red healer cursed her beautiful leader, not much heat behind it, but a curse nonetheless. There were other places she would rather be than here.

She watched him for a moment, though, wanting to give him some form of an answer, hoping that he wasn’t thinking of the other obvious option.