Denver watched her as she spoke, noting the submissive way that she held her body. Of course he knew the name, and it surprised him little that one of the Auxiliary's children was already capturing slaves. I see, he replied, nodding vaguely and scratching at his chin in thought. At least she's smart enough to go along with it, he mused, figuring that her life as a slave would be better than whatever else Pandemic and the Family could've thought up for the girl. Be glad you've got your life for that, girl, he grumbled.
Even he wouldn't tolerate someone going through his things. It might not have occurred to Denver to enslave the girl, but he would've been sure that she got an earful, at least. She seemed apologetic, though, and he doubted he would've gone much farther than that. But Pandemic was a wild young wolf, bred from Larkspur's superb genes, and infused with a touch of Eris' magic, he thought. All of their children were special; the cream of Salsola's crop.
Despite the girl's response, the Confidant was still cautious. Were you sleepin' now? Or... what were y'doin' over there? he peered over her, trying to see around her, if she had concealed anything in the darkness.
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