She sighs and leans her head against his arm. "Alright," she grumbles. "Alright, fine." She glares daggers around Rial at Wainthropp. "Just tell it not to scare the shavit out of me like that. Next time, I'll shoot."

The only reason she's allowing it to stay is not that it belongs to the woman who turned her husband purple.

Not at all.