AYLETH
Ayleth slid herself smoothly between Etan and Sarya, turning her back to the horrific woman and forcing her husband to meet her gaze. Behind her there was a scuffle—likely Borsche or Falek pulling her away so she wasn't a threat. But Ayleth trusted them to handle the woman who had never trained as a warrior.
Her husband, however…
Rage simmered in her chest, also, but she understood women and how they worked far better than Etan, apparently. This wasn't the time for violence.
With a warning in her eyes, she put one hand to his chest, the other to his face, refusing to be budged when he tried to push her aside. She said his name multiple times until his eyes finally snapped down to meet hers.
"Do not give her the satisfaction. If you assault her, she will only use it against you."
Etan's face was pinched and pale, his eyes flaming with rage. But he heard her. He nodded tightly.
