Totoka River in your room

Assassins don't marry. The answer was reflexive, ingrained. Seastorm paused, blinking once as she briefly reconsidered. I guess I'm not that anymore, she relented after a moment. But — I don't know.

At the Glass Cove, sometimes a pair might... partner with one another, Seastorm went on hesitantly, tail lashing like a discontent cat. It is a contract of a sort. Live together, kill together - until death takes one or both. Almost like marriage. But at the Glass Cove, things like procreation were never an individual's own choice.

I can't give up my name, though, she added more firmly. I earned it. With my first kill.