[Reading those words invokes something in her chest, a flutter of ... righteous amusement? that she quickly finds herself both wanting to revel in and pack away at the same time. Wishing death by dragon digestion on others was horribly cruel. That wasn't her.
And yet. He's right. It would give some primal part of her great pleasure to feed the offenders to them for their transgressions.]
Do you truly think they may have followed me here?
[She doesn't dare hope -- but now that he's planted the thought in her head, she finds herself anxious over it.]
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And yet. He's right. It would give some primal part of her great pleasure to feed the offenders to them for their transgressions.]
Do you truly think they may have followed me here?
[She doesn't dare hope -- but now that he's planted the thought in her head, she finds herself anxious over it.]