((Continuing from Prompt: Anger))
As much as she disliked the scent of them, it was heartening to see Zaree's reaction to the Exalted. The sylvari's wide-eyed wonder was squashed soon enough, however.
"What is your business, Mordrem?" the golden being asked of her.
Callista saw Zaree stiffen.
She knew what it was like to hide your pain and hated to witness it in others.
"No more Mordrem than Glint was Branded." Callista's voice was low, rumbling with a growling undertone for the Exalted's hurtful address. Heads in her company turned, for even defending the Pale Reavers, she had maintained her calm voice of reason.
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