Zura forced herself to watch as Sagitta put the Cahayan boy to rest. It was a mercy he needed, would have begged for if he could, but that didn’t make it any less painful. When her weapon dug into his neck it felt like it was also severing hers. His death had been her fault. She had been the one he had asked for help from, the only other Cahayan, the only person he knew to rely on. And she had let him die at the hands of that monster. At least there were other more competent people like Sagitta out there to make up for her blunders. She spoke some words in Ta’e’iloan over his body, a kindness she respected.
The Tühine man, on the other hand, refused to speak on behalf of his fallen comrades. She found that angered her, a fact which surprised her. They were just Tühine; she had killed some of them herself. So why was she so upset? She almost spoke for them herself, but held back. Having a Cahayan put them to rest would be the equivalent of spitting on their graves.
She heard Sagitta’s request and made sure to remember it. The Tühine man would likely just ignore it. She responded to her question.
”I came from a village that way.”
She pointed in its general direction with one of her largest knives. She mostly did this to note that she still was a threat, that she wasn’t worth the trouble of killing. Subtle reminders tended to work better than outright threats.
”But with your leg, I am not sure we would be able to make it the whole way.”
The knife moved until it pointed at Sagitta’s wound.
”We might need to st-“
She had to stop herself from saying steal.
”We might need to capture some of the escaped horses.”
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