Watch your back and hold your own

Exhausted but clearly grateful, Modesty draped a paw over Kenway's shoulder, holding the shaking boy close. "No rush, we should savour revenge, no?" There was a dead glassiness in her eyes as she responded to the Provoker. "Don't go alone, I can't afford to lose you too. Someone has to be around to teach these brats I'm carrying to fight, we can't have them tripping and falling to knock opponents out." It must have been delirium taking hold, the way her lip quirked in a grin and tore her heart to tatters with the movement. She was certain she had run out of tears on the journey home, but still more fell. "Y'know, I didn't even get a chance to tell him..."

"speech"