Duskfire Glacier Hope for survival

"Apparently." There was no malice in the words, but no allowance either. Her statement had not been a cruel one, not to her mind. Coatl's Rise did not mistreat their slaves, but nor did they treasure them as Scarlett did this boy. They were worth only so much as the work they could do for the women who allowed then safety and resources of the pack. Adtarlok would be good for nothing for a long while if he did survive. A proper slave would be begging for an end rather than to pose such a burden. She simply did not understand her attachment. Tzelcoatl was a singularity.

"Do as you see fit. It matters nothing to me." She did look with sharp dislike at the boy who had snarled at her, but made no agressive move. If she allowed such things to rile her she would have been fighting nonstop since departing her homeland. "Who inflicted these?" Such information was of use to her. If there was a foe she would need to step up her guard on her prince, for she could not have him come to harm before she could return with him.