she was weary of them. weary of cain and how his brunt and hypocrite's phrasing fell like venom from his lips. she knew in the coming months she'd much rather avoid him. her respect came hard-won, and the pacifist within struggled against the beating of war drums. her frown lay thick, and though visibly and horribly exhausted she offered parting words to rougaru.
"perhaps fate will be kinder yet, my thanks to you stranger." the eloquence of her words fell between her and rougaru, and while both hadn't won any favour there came some remorse her would-be hero had not come sooner. the heat and heft of her glare returned to cain.
without much fanfare nor any wish to waste words on him, she began the travel to this supposed home she'd be chained to. if cain made any movement to fill her personal space, her stride would quickened or pull away.
she'd allow him to lead her to where they need go, but she was loath to think he'd ever touch a hair on her head ever again. no, she would much rather be embraced by the brine and undertow to have that happen again. he won this minute battle; but leonid would not be kept like some token or pretty thing, she would not be held in the boorish fists of someone of likes of cain.
LEONID
* * TWO YEAR TERSK MUTT MARE