[ she can accept that. she guessed. it could be worse, at least — break wasn't a total alistair, like, say, rhys, so it wasn't wholly entertaining to knock him around, though she didn't expect him to be quite so bashful. she sighs. ]

'Tis.. not a bother, then. Let us forget about it. Please.

[ PLEASE. let's just go back to being business partners, fellow shady. ]

There is still much to do. Times are changing around here, I suspect, and our beloved purveyor seems to be unraveling thread by thread each day. With luck, the fools yet living will not simply sit on their hands as she careens towards her ultimate goal.