call it holy, call it just

The man introduced himself, giving her name and title. Asla accepted both with a nod, her grey ears swiveling forward to catch the spoken words as Vidarr explained the nature of his visit. He came in the hopes of collecting Tove, it seemed. Well, Asla hadn't been expecting that, but her expression didn't change.

Tove... the woman was little more than a wraith within the pack. She was quiet, kept to herself, barely showed her face. Kotori had welcomed her within the pack and that was fine. Tove would be welcome and protected for as long as she was a part of Valta, but if she wanted to leave by her own free will, then that was the woman's choice.

"You claim that Tove is sick and yet she hasn't sought aid from our healers. Speak true, Vidarr. Why do you believe that she's ill?" It was clear that the man knew Tove better than Asla did. If he knew something that she didn't, then it would be best if he informed her of it.

"Asla Indarra"