Galbra sighed to herself as she paced the deck. A fucking Urd, here on this ship. And she's not only charmed the feathery barbarian, she survived a knife to the belly. There was only one way forward...
...And she hated it.
"Hey," she said, from her spot on the deck.
"Kurtulmak!" shrieked the kobold, and threw herself into the air.
That was satisfying, at least, Galbra thought. "So you're staying around."
"You're still here!?"
"Yeah. Thought about it, decided to hang around. If I promise not to try to stab you again, will you settle back down?"
"...Maybe? I mean, you stabbed me pretty hard."
"I promise not to try to stab you again. Not unless it's self-defense or I've warned you first."
There was a long pause. "All right. I think Archangel still wants to kill you, though."
Galbra sighed. "Of course he does. What I want to know is, what's your angle with him?"
"Aside from his massive bird-cock and the fact that I can't possibly get pregnant?"
"Yeah. Aside from that."
"You're a clever one, aren't you? Work it out."
As answers went, it was precisely as unsatisfying as Galbra had expected, but that didn't bother her at all. She'd been planning to do that anyway, and at least now they were talking.
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