( The deed is well done, with finality: their stakes offered, the hand delivered, their gain plain. He should have nothing to complain of, yet his mouth works the words, as soon as Caitlyn and he have retired in the dark, claustrophobic confines of the corridors they retreat to. )

We bartered with sea creatures, our honour surrendered. ( Blankly, in the way of every man who learned to weaponise base statements of fact as cutting criticism. Not that he would speak against her, but also, this was foolishly done.

All the same, she is young, troubled by the creatures far more than he, and he has paid her price, besides. And so, softened: )

You have... entertained such spaces before? ( It seemed as if she was, if not at ease in these circles, then certainly minimally startled. )