Moonspear you're not a romantic.

deserve? who could say what a woman deserved? only the gods. not even a wife's husband could judge her on that. was it a matter of barrenness for desdemona, then? but she was not old, only sharp-edged like all the she-wolves in this place. no softness to draw a man, though hydra herself was the same and had many children.

"yes," the spirit-talker answered, looking over the grave her companion had dug. "naammaktsiarit," she whispered quickly and quietly to guard herself and desdemona with politeness.

kukutux stepped back, away. "why do you say you do not deserve?"