[ Brandon's request startles a cawing laugh out of Tavor that lowers to a hissing snicker. ]

Can't figure out how to flatter her? Probably can't, she's not who she was. [ Tavor espouses no sorrow for the transformation his little cousin has been forced to go through. ] She was never very important. Two sisters and two brothers, and she's the least ambitious one. She liked being out of the squabbling, she was always out on the mountain playing with the flowers.

[ His shoulders go up in that bored shrug of his. ]

That's why she's alive. She'll wrap up that scratch for you too.

[ Stubbing out the cigarette he gets up to peer at the place where the glyph had briefly flared, contemplating idly, ]

I'd feed him myself, but the hyenas have picked our villagers clean.

[ And like Hell is Tavor putting extra effort into dragging anyone down here.... ]