[ She tilts her face up, that faintly challenging press, the rake of her fingers through her hair. Sliding against the gold where it sits bold against the dark thick of it. ]

Miles told me of the Vor. You should thank him next time you see him, he is the one that made me promise that you should face your own kind for what you deserve, rather than taking it myself.

[ She turns away from him briefly, let him look, let him look as much as he likes. For scrapes and cuts, new and old, there the flat discs hang by her ears and chime slightly. The purposeful way she lifts her fingers to call over a maid to get them both another drink. ]

He told me that you are bound body and soul to this planet. That it is the whole of you, and that is what it means to be Vor.