Herbalists' Cache i do not know my part

star-womans words were not spoken with the warmth, but with conviction. spoken like a queen would. a command that her soldier, her knight in black hawk would obey. 

had she not the power over her to demand such? hawk was at her will, her mercy. her loyalty had always been her greatest strength. 

but now, it may be her folly. 

she gathers herself, expression of hurt and shame morphing into a soldiers determination. reset, falling back into the role she had originally taken. star-woman's warmth would be missed, but she could not afford to dwell on niceties. 

she'd been given a job, a purpose. "as you command, my queen." came her reverent, resolute response. she would not fail her again.

fade?