'Nor is anger,' he replies, and that's really all they need to say on the subject. He dips his head, pausing while he eats, and considers. 'Neither of us fit the other's definition of fellow... warriors? That was the word you used. We're not fellow warriors.' It's not condescension, he's simply working out what the boundaries in this are. 'But I think we're allies.'

He'd seen how she fought, after all, and he had a feeling she didn't speak about this to anyone outside other silver-eyed people, really.