Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

It was a long walk home. She didn't miss the way Sakana seethed at seeing kids come back maimed, or Ken prattling about the polar bear (he'd gotten off easy in the end). Jael had dropped her fight to scoop one child off the battlefield, but she hadn't been the only one. Calliope had managed to get her own retaliation in, but nobody could have expected her to go any better against a bear than her brother did. At least Flurry got one on the baby maiming bitch. No matter how friendly the leader was, the whole affair had been inexcusable, and Modesty had gained herself a new target (maybe it would take some of the heat off her not-husband, who knew?)

As they moved up the beach she reached out to quickly nibbling groom behind Flurry's ear, and whispered, “You did good.” She even offered a rare smile before she moved to sit next to Gilgamesh. She had a feeling she knew what this was about, but she wouldn't make assumptions. Not with him. Not anymore.

“Speech.”