It almost seems like Teren won't say anything, or acknowledge him at all. But she stays behind after the rest have gone, with the assurance that she'll bring up the rear. Perhaps she and Herc have never seen eye to eye, but she can say that for many. And, in the end, they're all destined for... well, this. There's no sense in holding onto hard feelings against the dead. She turns to look at him, quiet and contemplative, after the others are out of earshot. Then she approaches to extend her hand in a warrior's grip. There's no apology, no final concessions: it would be pointless, and wouldn't make either of them feel better. She has too much respect for him to say things she doesn't mean. But he's still a person, and deserves validation of his existence, of the work he's done.
"I'll look after her," she says, hesitates, and adds, "give them the griffon's wrath, Hansen."
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Perhaps she and Herc have never seen eye to eye, but she can say that for many. And, in the end, they're all destined for... well, this. There's no sense in holding onto hard feelings against the dead.
She turns to look at him, quiet and contemplative, after the others are out of earshot. Then she approaches to extend her hand in a warrior's grip. There's no apology, no final concessions: it would be pointless, and wouldn't make either of them feel better. She has too much respect for him to say things she doesn't mean. But he's still a person, and deserves validation of his existence, of the work he's done.
"I'll look after her," she says, hesitates, and adds, "give them the griffon's wrath, Hansen."