"Shoal." He walks inside, graveness in his voice. "Yes, Apokrisis?" Shoal's heart races-- has she displeased him? Is he going to punish her? Is he-- "Before you came here.. were you raped?" Her blood runs cold. She averts her eyes, fidgeting in an attempt to disconnect. He kneels, his frame still towering, "Shoal," he pulls a dagger, so small in his hands, "if anyone tries to do that to you again.." he takes her hand, placing the dagger-- made for her hands-- "You have every right to kill them."
