Herbalists' Cache change my mind so much I can't find it

gjalla had long since stopped pretending she did not find a dark satisfaction in battle, in the act of breaking those who stood against her. sun eater must've known this, to offer her this so freely. she had been carved from war, sculpted by loss, and reforged in fire.

but she was no fool.

her gaze lingered on him, measuring the weight of his words. i break her. you break her. a casual, flippant declaration, as if it did not matter who did it, only that it was done. she supposed in the long run, it didn't.

"you plan well ahead, chieftain." there was no telling in her tone, no immediate agreement or refusal. Instead, she tilted her head, sharp eyes gleaming with thought.

the moon tribes were in their—his—way. she understood the necessity of conquest, but this? this was an insult made personal. it was not simply about clearing a path to the sea, it was a display of power, a message carved into bone.

"what have they done to earn such a fate?" she was not a woman of half-measures. if he was placing this before her, there was a purpose. she wanted to know why.