[ Yeah, she's not playing poker right now. Her face pulls, mouth twitching to wear her apparent dissatisfaction with this plan immediately. Why wouldn't there be a consensus already if things were so bad under the thumb of a tyrant?
(She knows, she knows. She stood rooted under the guise of waiting for opportunity when she had just enough freedom to sometimes forget that she too was a prisoner with a brand on her neck, just serving a different purpose. She remembers the way Cheedo, desperate for the familiar, ran back.)
She glances down to her boots, then again back at Max, still apparently unhappy with this plan. She's not even worried about the apparent fighting back Solmara part. Fighting she can do. ]
And what. [ She presses. ] If Aurora can't— [ or won't? ] —keep you, you just... go back?
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(She knows, she knows. She stood rooted under the guise of waiting for opportunity when she had just enough freedom to sometimes forget that she too was a prisoner with a brand on her neck, just serving a different purpose. She remembers the way Cheedo, desperate for the familiar, ran back.)
She glances down to her boots, then again back at Max, still apparently unhappy with this plan. She's not even worried about the apparent fighting back Solmara part. Fighting she can do. ]
And what. [ She presses. ] If Aurora can't— [ or won't? ] —keep you, you just... go back?
[ Not happening. ]