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When he drew up like that, seriously, Tierra knew better than to talk back. Internally she rolled her eyes at how unfair it was, him taking out whatever bad morning (he seemed to have these perpetually, tbh) out on her. But outwardly she froze and was the picture of contrite acceptance. Yes sir. Imperator. What a stuffy old vulture.

Hopefully he'd just attack already. She was impatient to get back to what she'd been planning on doing and this was already taking longer than she thought. Tierra waited, with her head lowered, for him to either yell at her more or get on with it. Either way, she was braced for it.