everyone's a whore
What Cian noticed and what he acted on were two different things entirely. That both companions seems to appear from the woodwork spoke of unease on the part of the midwife, deeper than even the tightening of her knuckles seemed to suggest. The Eye took this all in stride, no stranger to being intimidating. Such a response seemed to come from his unnaturally pale eyes, his learned speech hidden beneath his accent, his ability to be so very still.
"A sear cat." He noted, eyes flicking up to where Branbast offered his apocryphal take on the conversation. "Haven't seen one of 'em in quite a while. Not many ships where I come from." Cian added by way of explanation, decidedly not answering Phoebe's question. Not yet, anyway. "Rare thing, a dragon and a feline. Normally quite at odds, those two. You must be quite the woman to keep both tethered to your soul. But then, I wouldn't be here if you were not."
"A sear cat." He noted, eyes flicking up to where Branbast offered his apocryphal take on the conversation. "Haven't seen one of 'em in quite a while. Not many ships where I come from." Cian added by way of explanation, decidedly not answering Phoebe's question. Not yet, anyway. "Rare thing, a dragon and a feline. Normally quite at odds, those two. You must be quite the woman to keep both tethered to your soul. But then, I wouldn't be here if you were not."
THE EYE
we just sell different parts of ourselves
