Dune couldn't help the way her grin grew with a vicious kind of delight as Merula carried on with her ploy. Her eyes held a light of appreciation as well--they made a surprisingly good team, and she found she was enjoying this gruesome work. The man on the ground made a low, pathetic noise as the raven judged him unworthy. She heard him suck in a labored breath, about to speak, but she spoke over him.
“A favor,” she offered, still holding tight to this thread on the hopes they could get to Wil in time. “To be fulfilled when and how you see fit, so long as it doesn't contradict my work as an agent of the Exchange.”
Finally, the man on the ground managed to swear, knowing that name even through the haze of pain and blood. Dune nudged him with her foot again, a little sharper than she ought to but he just wasn't worth the air he was breathing.
“A favor,” she offered, still holding tight to this thread on the hopes they could get to Wil in time. “To be fulfilled when and how you see fit, so long as it doesn't contradict my work as an agent of the Exchange.”
Finally, the man on the ground managed to swear, knowing that name even through the haze of pain and blood. Dune nudged him with her foot again, a little sharper than she ought to but he just wasn't worth the air he was breathing.