Hideaway Strath taigiroku

satsu did not know what to say. she did not want to anger him, and did not sense anger from him yet either, but the way he responded made her worry in that vague, belly-dropping way that confrontation always provided.

she did pocket the name of the han as it was given, wondering what sort of people they were, to accept the maiming of a child and then be forced in to a war for defending themselves. surely they could see the danger of a war with kynareth and his band of warriors; how impossible it would be to fight against them.

i... i do not call you a monster. that was his own term for himself. satsu could not tell if he took pride in it, or loathed it. he seemed the type to covet such a title.

do they not have peace now, right this moment? with us here, far from their reach. you are going to refuse them the justice they are owed and then confront them with an ultimatum. no, this was nonsensical. if this were her father's han, if a family's precious child been harmed by brigands, those brigands would be culled as justice.

this was not her father's land; the differences were astounding.

you... go to war, but it is to protect nyra. satsu realized, finally. she harmed their child and they are owed her head, but you wont allow it to be taken. i... i am a fool, doubting you. her face was warm again, her eyes downcast.