Emberwood do i do

the reaction wasn't as explosive as bhediya had been expecting. she heaved a small sigh of relief and took a seat. i'm glad that you were there to protect me, she said, but he needed my help. you understand that, right? she knew that he did, but hearing him say it mattered. 

he's grayday's son, not mine. bhediya looked away from pygmalion, wary of his response. i just.. he needed help. he just needed a little help. if nothing else, she owed the favor to easy. what would it have looked like had she left her brother for dead?