Herbalists' Cache Pheonix

He dropped the hare in surprise when she bowed her head so swiftly; so deft a movement, it seemed she feared repercussion. 

How had he turned a blind eye to this? How had he simply been idle while captives were being taken, and forced to live with their chin in the dirt? And one so young as this…She had a life that she could have lived, and probably lived every day grieving the possibilities. 

Hey, no, He said as he drew closer, his own posture softening. You don’t have to call me sir, believe me, He said, though he realized a moment later that she would have no reason to do so. I’m not- but he was, wasn’t he? He followed Sun Eater’s law, and that meant having captives. He gritted his teeth, but relaxed his jaw when he finally came to a realization.

I was taken, too. He said, softly.