If there's one thing Lae'zel learnt from her time with her infected companions, it's not to trust anything. At least that's what she told herself after Vlaakith's lies were exposed, after her whole societal structure and everything she thought was fact was pulled apart in one fell swoop.

But in place of that, was Lae'zel's own strong intuition; her gut, her heart and her head all say the same thing. You can be trusted, and her own senses can too. So like a stubborn limpet, she didn't let you slip from her grasp after the war, in fact she was uncharacteristically clingy.

"Where be our next expedition?" Lae'zel's eyes bore into yours, the late evening sun catching the flecks of gold in her irises. "Or do you wish your battle prowess to soften from lack of war?" Usually she would suggest anything other than spilling blood with distain but... there's a softness in her voice, almost like she's longing to rest, to settle.