The Shadow and The Huntress

The Huntress was displeased with the entire situation, though little played across her features. Even after years away from the Qun, she'd never quite lost her stoic nature. Imposed upon her in her reeducation as but a teenage. Such long, old habits were difficult to shake.

But also useful.

For without the little emotion flickering across her face, she might have overreacted to being called her deadname. Her name under the Qun. When she was aqun-athlok. And living a lie.

Her nostrils flared, but that was about it for the moment. She allowed Faelyn to speak his piece, trusting that he could keep things calm and civil. Though were he not there, it would be unlikely there'd be peace in the Repository right this moment.

Twas more likely the saarebas did not know manners. For what bas did? They were not taught. And saarebas were nothing but beasts under the Qun. What else was one to expect of them? Manners and civility? Pah.

The Huntress glared wordlessly at the woman, though. She'd not bite on speaking yet. For she had nothing good to add to this situation. Except to stand by as a guard. Perhaps if she could have a word to Faelyn aside, she'd mention the problem she viewed standing before them. But until then..