He wasn't saying anything. Granted she didn't know what sort of response she expected to hear from him but she had expected some sort of response be it dismissal or not. She stared back at him, the smirk fading from her lips. What was he thinking? Tig raised an eyebrow at him. She was trying not to give in to her sudden pressing impatience but it wasn't easy. Had she perhaps convinced him it was worth waiting to kill one off? She'd certainly convinced herself that, waiting until they were at least of an age where such an incident would have a satifying impact on the surviving one, was definitely worth it.
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