Stavanger Bay move along, move along

sobeille withstood the storm brewing in treepie's gaze, resolute despite the doubt beginning to gnaw around the corners of her armor. funny how perspective worked: she had only ever looked at life through her own lens. hearing it from treepie's perspective, sobeille was struck by the difference in tone.

was she the crazy one..?

i could 'ave killed you. sobeille countered, misreading the souring of treepie's expression as revulsion, or something somehow worse. but i didn't. you attacked my beliefs.

and, a final arrow notched -- primed at the very target sobeille wished to never outdraw.

an' you left me. you left dem. after you swore you never would, she nearly added in afterthought.