Herbalists' Cache hold my cup

star eater chuckled, low and knowing, as if she had expected nothing less from him.
of course you don’t.
her voice was light, but there was something behind it—amusement, perhaps, but also understanding. blackfell was as stubborn as the north wind, unyielding in his judgments, and his resentment was not something she had ever been blind to.
but still, she did not waver.
he comes from a world where women were property. her tone was matter-of-fact, not cruel, not excusing—simply stating what was. and yet, he gave me power. he listens.
her silver eyes searched his, unflinching.
he is a man who gets things done. stark. captives. revenge. she gestured faintly, as if to encompass all the ways sun eater had made his mark. you cannot deny that.
then, softer, almost thoughtful. he knows what i was. her lips curled, just slightly, something like satisfaction flickering across her features.
and he fears it.
she let that truth settle between them, her gaze steady, unwavering.
he asks for advice, not blatantly, she echoed, tilting her head slightly. i think he changing.