Hideaway Strath blueblood

Yes. The Grandmaster is a known fuckboy, but he would rather not ruin his marriage with it. Though, he finds this change — the one where Simmik doesn’t let him fuck whoever he wants — is definitely a change indeed. He’s still transitioning— he tells himself. He’s a weak man in that regard, always so swayed by the beautiful and interesting. 

So, he’s grateful that Nyra doesn’t outright say it. For not only could it ruin his marriage, but this fragile alliance as well. Simmik would be sure to interrogate and scare off the sweet-hearted, but stern, Teya. So to his thanks, Simmik’s face betrays nothing. He takes that as a good sign, but worry still eats at him — Simmik is good at hiding things when she puts her mind to it. 

She goes off to question Teya then. He almost feels bad for the sun kissed woman — the center of a tension filled attention. So he interjects softly, but not outright demanding Teya not to speak.

“She’s allowed to bring up any other terms that she would like. I’m all ears and am willing to consider them if you two are.” He hums casually just in case there were other stipulations that Teya would like to add. 

Then his, as swell as everyone else’s attention slide back to the woman of the hour: the Brechliant Raven, slipping her a sympathetic look in a way to maybe comfort her and perhaps convey an apology for the two females cold demeanor.