"It's true that I'm strong enough," Nyrielle acknowledged. "But that doesn't mean she doesn't need to be there. "Tonight is her victory, and yours as well I suppose, since you defeated Lord Ritchel and his guards. Tomorrow, we must settle matters before we can leave, and her voice must be heard."
"Why? Why does she have to speak?" Talauia asked. "You're her 'Mistress' aren't you? Auntie Ashlynn says that she's like your wife, that forming a pact with you was like marrying you. So if you're married to her then you know what she wants. You know what she'd say," the agitated witch said, each word coming faster and faster than the one before it.
"So honor her," Talauia said, folding her arms across her chest. "If you're married, then honor the woman you married by saying whatever she would say instead of what you want to say. Speak in her place while she goes to get healed!"
