Isolde
Isolde waited, impatient and irritated. If there was one thing she didn't like, it was being ignored. She folded her arms and started to speak. "Look. I'm sure this is very important. But you've got more serious issues to deal with. And if you want my protection, you'd better start speaking. And soon."
"Protection, my lady?" Elphame glanced at her, looking startled. "But that is - "
" - going against my father, as I am very aware, tracker. I don't care." She stared directly at Ravel. "I need answers, and I want them now."
He chortled, and she could recognize a tint of bitterness in it. "What makes you think we need your protection?"
"Well, why don't we see? You are an enemy prince being attacked by the very father who was supposed to protect you. I won't even get into what those two are facing." She indicated Seghed and Shawnee. "But I need to know what's going on."
"Why would you help us?"
"I have my reasons." She glanced at Elphame. "Tracker, what is your business here?"
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