"Mm, help me figure this the fuck out." Frey said in a voice that sounded serpentine and weary. "It isn't on you to solve it, but that's what I need right now. Answers. Information." Absent from that list was whining, tears, and the mortal need for approval.
Frey had much bigger fish to fry. Much bigger, lest they be the one fried.
Frey had much bigger fish to fry. Much bigger, lest they be the one fried.