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Kemal was weary at Disa's following words. Not because she had said anything truly worriesome, but rather she had spat back up his own thoughts from days prior.

My wife is dead. His response was blunt as ever, but his stare was harsher than usual. Nobody here is worthy of replacing her. A subtle jab that said Disa shouldn't be so bold.

He had liked Disa, but he hadn't felt that the feeling was mutual for some time now. A few months ago he wouldn't have been so bothered, but the rancid mix of grief and power had a way of jabbing at the heart in new ways. They were no longer on the same level; Disa had abandoned the pack, Kemal had risen above it. He couldn't stand still while she spat venom at him, intentional or not.

Go pull your weeds, I need to see off Dracarys.

He didn't wait before leaving for the north end of the pass. He would soften up soon enough, Kemal wasn't one to hold grudges over words.