I'll admit I'm sorry, not sorry

Tales of an attack in the night from the sea would usually be thrilling bedtime stories, not the reality that had been laid out for the young man before her. Modesty didn't bother to keep the concern off her face, she didn't hold onto her masks at home. "Depending on where you were attacked, they could have washed up anywhere from the Runestones to the Tar Pits, I'll ask my scouts to keep an eye out just in case." The Raider's weren't exactly a sedentary bunch, keeping ears and eyes open was an expectation. It would be no trouble for them.

"So what do you plan to do once you are back on your feet?" She questioned easily. "Although we aren't exactly... well received in many places, you're welcome to stay, if you wish." She certainly wasn't rushing him out the door.

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