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Amnesty's expression softened at the mention of the fox kit and the acknowledgement that he had, indeed, become attached. It was only fair; she was attached as well. But the respite was only momentary, and she turned her gaze back to Arthur and winced once again. There were several long moments...

Something in her stomach wobbled sideways. Her grin soften to a grateful smile, one that was colored with something closer to desperation than she would have admitted to anybeast-- herself included. "Thank you, Prizzack," she said, and as anything further seemed simultaneously too much and not...

A laugh escaped Amnesty's chest before she could do anything about it; and she wouldn't have stopped it even if she could have. It was a sound of barking mirth, threaded through with relief and disbelief and giddy good humor. 'Gates, but she must have been off her game. She should have known...

Amnesty exchanged a further glance with Darragh as Silvertongue broke from them and made his way to an isolated table in the far corner of the mess hall. She was still so new aboard. Still so unfamiliar with all these beasts and all the history they carried with them. Where anything she said...

Amnesty choked on her tea. She had taken a sip with the hope it would give her half a moment to gather her routed thoughts. Instead, the hot amber liquid went up her nose and left her coughing, hacking, and spluttering. She managed a breath. Cleared her throat and managed another. And in the...

Despite her best intentions, Amnesty's eyes fell to the belt in question. They didn't do that here, did they? Dr Barrett would have warned her if the Captain was truly such a brutal and terrifying beast, wouldn't he? She hadn't just made a horrible mistake... had she? Her paw remained firmly...

And that was the rub, wasn't it? A black abyss opened before her, its emptiness spilling from her eyes, dulling them and leaving her cored. "You know a beast by what they do," she whispered. "If mine are the same as his--" But Arthur spoke again. Another question, and the answer was fraught...

A moment of confusion. She could not have said why or how or when, but she had been quite sure the Hide's captain was a stoat. Standing now before a beast who was most definitely not a mustelid of any sort, she cast her mind back for anything that might have given rise to that impression. And...

Amnesty's stomach clenched and her brush threatened to double in size, but still she held her superior's gaze. That dark look. Was it directed at her? Her actions? Or at that long-ago destruction she was resurrecting word by word? She braced against the flood of questions, her mind a welter of...

A flash of confusion. Whatever she had expected, it was not the big marten's softened expression. She found herself bracing. Her back and shoulders were rigid, taut as rigging in a storm. She had held her breath, and might have kept holding it if she hadn't unclamped her jaw to speak. A single...

That was what it had been. An escape. Extenuating circumstances. Justified. But couldn't she have found another way? Amnesty looked up. Her ears pinned, her jaw clamped shut, her brow twisted in an agonized frown. Her slate-grey eyes met Arthur's in a look that contained defiance and despair...

Silence wrapped around them. Amnesty let it settle on her shoulders like a cloak and let the older beast's solid presence anchor her to the present. The Hide creaked. The furnace grumbled. More distantly, the quiet waves fell against the hull again, again, again. The smells of various plants and...

The wince came before she could stop it, nothing more than a momentary tightening of the muscles in the vixen's shoulders and around her eyes. Subtle as it was, Barrett must have seen it. A dry chuckle. "It is. Nice, that is. Beautiful. More trees and rivers than you have on Vulpinsula. More of...

Therin herself, the Night Arrow, the Lady of Shadow, the Consort of the Former Emperor Vladimir I.

Whether it was the pause before Arthur spoke again or something in the marten's eyes as he searched Amnesty's own, it was enough to spark all the subconscious warning bells the fox had so carefully placed. Five minutes alone in the room with the beast who had gotten her aboard in the first place...