Sintih asked for her dagger, as if he was worried. She looked to him, pained at what was happening. She'd heard Fridgar get hurt, and had caused it - in her eyes. But she nodded in understanding, undoing the straps that hid under her dress before handing him the blade.
"I...I didn't want to do it, Sintih. He started it, I didn't want to start anything" she said, her voice almost begging. She hoped he would know. He'd seen her when she was at her worst, when she sobbed in to his shoulder and was weak. She hoped that him, of all people, would side with her.
Rey's eyes kept wondering between Fridgar's hand and her dagger. She'd never wanted to hurt him, just the man that grabbed her. She felt dreadful about it, hating the idea that she had perhaps hurt him. He was one of the few people that was always there for her, one of the few that actually seemed to care.
But she didn't cry. She couldn't bring herself to. She had to be strong, be the weapon. A dagger didn't cry when it killed a man, and poison felt no sympathy for making a man splutter his insides. She couldn't let herself be that weak, it was pathetic and it would get her nowhere. Her head started to ache as the egg threatened to twist, make her feel so much pain she would break again. But it soon died down as whatever/whoever controlled it realized she didn't need to be broken, not this time. Every ounce of sadness started to fade - then came the guards.
Feeling Fridgar comfort her, like she had him, was normally a feeling of joy. But she ignored it. She was entering a fight without blades, and no poison to accompany her. She had nothing to defend herself with. Not that she'd need it. She walked alongside Fridgar to the guard, who asked what happened and threatened a sentence. Before she could speak up, everyone else seemed to. The man Tristan had just earned her respect and trust, as did the majority of the bar. Maybe not all drunkards were that bad.
After all had spoken, Rey looked to the guard un-amused. She lifted her wrist, showing the scratches and grazes down her wrist where she had clearly been grabbed. "Rey'na" she replied simply, before lowering her wrist. "and I believe you've heard enough."
But apparently this was far from over. The man hit Fridgar, sending Rey over the edge for a moment. But before she could react, Fridgar pinned the man to a wall. Her eyes watched, before realizing what he was doing - choking the man. Rey didn't wait for anyone else to intervene. She ran up behind the Lotharro, wrapping her arms around his stomach and pulling back.
"Fridgar, stop!" she cried out to him. She didn't care what happened to the Biqaj man, but after watching Fridgar be stuck in bed for so long she hated the idea he'd then be in the dungeons. "Please, please stop it."
"I...I didn't want to do it, Sintih. He started it, I didn't want to start anything" she said, her voice almost begging. She hoped he would know. He'd seen her when she was at her worst, when she sobbed in to his shoulder and was weak. She hoped that him, of all people, would side with her.
Rey's eyes kept wondering between Fridgar's hand and her dagger. She'd never wanted to hurt him, just the man that grabbed her. She felt dreadful about it, hating the idea that she had perhaps hurt him. He was one of the few people that was always there for her, one of the few that actually seemed to care.
But she didn't cry. She couldn't bring herself to. She had to be strong, be the weapon. A dagger didn't cry when it killed a man, and poison felt no sympathy for making a man splutter his insides. She couldn't let herself be that weak, it was pathetic and it would get her nowhere. Her head started to ache as the egg threatened to twist, make her feel so much pain she would break again. But it soon died down as whatever/whoever controlled it realized she didn't need to be broken, not this time. Every ounce of sadness started to fade - then came the guards.
Feeling Fridgar comfort her, like she had him, was normally a feeling of joy. But she ignored it. She was entering a fight without blades, and no poison to accompany her. She had nothing to defend herself with. Not that she'd need it. She walked alongside Fridgar to the guard, who asked what happened and threatened a sentence. Before she could speak up, everyone else seemed to. The man Tristan had just earned her respect and trust, as did the majority of the bar. Maybe not all drunkards were that bad.
After all had spoken, Rey looked to the guard un-amused. She lifted her wrist, showing the scratches and grazes down her wrist where she had clearly been grabbed. "Rey'na" she replied simply, before lowering her wrist. "and I believe you've heard enough."
But apparently this was far from over. The man hit Fridgar, sending Rey over the edge for a moment. But before she could react, Fridgar pinned the man to a wall. Her eyes watched, before realizing what he was doing - choking the man. Rey didn't wait for anyone else to intervene. She ran up behind the Lotharro, wrapping her arms around his stomach and pulling back.
"Fridgar, stop!" she cried out to him. She didn't care what happened to the Biqaj man, but after watching Fridgar be stuck in bed for so long she hated the idea he'd then be in the dungeons. "Please, please stop it."