Tani narrowed her eyes at Isabelle. Her wound ached. It was why she'd not paid for a healer. Her lips thinned as she stared at the other woman, unabashed now; there was no room for awkwardness or false modesty. She took what measure she could of the other woman, chose to hear what she wanted, and made her own interpretations. It was thus that she turned on her heel, without a word, and strode through the Doman sliding doors and into the room beyond.
She wanted out.
She wanted out.
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.
