[ As much as they soothe her, she looks still seriously between them as she rises again. Watching their faces, like it might divine something for her about how the world worked that she could latch onto.

For her - this is no idle thing, no game, no half measures. The stakes were set the moment she was born and there was only ever one consequence. Victory or death and she would never pretend the world worked otherwise. ]

If... if you... if you wish it so. I ... [ She looks down at her hands, where Jacob holds her so lightly, so carefully. ] It still means very, very much to me. You are both good men. You are kind men, no matter what else might be said.