(She hasn't even heard about Beleth losing her temper with a rifter in public yet. This is her life, now.)
Petrana is on her feet in moments, managing to be more authoritative in bare feet and a robe than many are fully dressed, inserting herself between them without a hint of trepidation.
"An ill-thought choice of words I am sure Ser Ashlock regrets," she says, stressing how sure she is with a look up toward him that leaves no ambiguity as to this being an order if he needs it to be, "we need not make it a matter we're obliged to account for to our hosts. We shall put the beds together. Ser Ashlock may sleep on the left, and yourselves the right. Are we not all satisfied with this?"
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(She hasn't even heard about Beleth losing her temper with a rifter in public yet. This is her life, now.)
Petrana is on her feet in moments, managing to be more authoritative in bare feet and a robe than many are fully dressed, inserting herself between them without a hint of trepidation.
"An ill-thought choice of words I am sure Ser Ashlock regrets," she says, stressing how sure she is with a look up toward him that leaves no ambiguity as to this being an order if he needs it to be, "we need not make it a matter we're obliged to account for to our hosts. We shall put the beds together. Ser Ashlock may sleep on the left, and yourselves the right. Are we not all satisfied with this?"