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Eske winces at the snarl that tears from her Commander aimed at her. She holds her breath as she watches her Heda go down, the regret at the “fighting dirty” hitting her rather quickly accompanied by a fair amount of concern. She has earned the title of Cheka but she struggles between wanting to celebrate and wanting to apologize to Thuringwethil and her ears slick back against her skull as a small whine slips from betwixt her lips. “Are you —” Is all Eske manages to get out before a very pregnant Portia arrives on the scene and begins to scold Heda. Eske’s ears flatten as she scuttles away hoping to evade the pregnant Fisa’s wrath. As Portia eyes her expectantly, Eske is hesitant unsure if she is successful or if she is about to get an earful of her own. “It’s my fault Portia. I came to Heda about the Cheka rank,” If she wouldn’t then the pair wouldn’t have needed to spar. “and I didn’t think. While we were sparring I uh, rammed my shoulder into her flank.” It had been her natural instinct and that had been the problem: she hadn’t thought about what it could potentially do to Heda. She isn't sure why she averts her eyes other than she feels like she should be ashamed for it under Portia's stare.

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