But why was in your tent, hands on your neck?"
Again, a shamed look came about her. "Because I was not happy with my pairing with him. Never have I been. Our elders paired us because we are both good at our professions, but they refused to accept the dangers of placing a female under the command of one like Emiel. His impulses were so bad I used to leave him during hunts to try to find better areas to hunt or gather. This and I... I often ran when we came across bandits or Ra'zorlichs. I'm good at running, hiding, tracking, but not fighting. I can barely kill deer, for Necela's sake!"
Mila's voice was climbing now, her tone going higher as a tear escaped her eye. "And Emiel wanted me to help him fight when we encountered people with swords! Swords, of all things! The one time I stood and
