[ The conversation goes on, and she's poised half ready to snap at the slightest change if need be. Her attention rapt on what she's hearing as she hears - her, him - the woman as she finds herself called, everyone else in the camp, every one of those that she'd thrown her lot in with for this war alongside... dismissed as potential traitors.
It leaves her crackling with a kept rage. A want to go in there and challenge Vorvolk there and there. They care so much for family honour, how dare he challenge hers? It was her father who taught her to fight, it was her husband that taught her to command and they thought they knew better - ? Though it comes up as no more than a grind of her teeth. The tap of her fingers in a barely there impatience as she looks up at him, briefly, trying to gauge what he thought of was being said. ]
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It leaves her crackling with a kept rage. A want to go in there and challenge Vorvolk there and there. They care so much for family honour, how dare he challenge hers? It was her father who taught her to fight, it was her husband that taught her to command and they thought they knew better - ? Though it comes up as no more than a grind of her teeth. The tap of her fingers in a barely there impatience as she looks up at him, briefly, trying to gauge what he thought of was being said. ]