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"With all due respect, I have to advise against this"
Shokrakar didn't spare him a glance as she continued with the paperwork strewn about her desk. "Oh? And just what do you mean, Kadan?" She could almost feel him stiffen across the room.
"You know exactly what." Taarlok hissed, drawing closer as not to be heard from outside, "This isn't just a Tal Vashoth you picked up from the roadside, this is an unstable apostate. Do you really want Templars-"
"She is a child." The battleworn woman met her lovers eyes, a look passing between them that would have caused anyone else to falter. "Her parents were good people. I promised them I would teach her." Her eyes stayed locked with his, daring him to challenge her on this. He looked away first, hands balling to fists.
"You're going to lead Templars right to you. Right to everyone here." Taarlok studied the table as he pulled a chair up to her desk, hand coming to rest near hers. She scoffed yet took his hand nonetheless.
"Because I've taken on an apprentice? I've done a lot bigger than that without a peep from those bootlickers." Her frost nipped hand squeezed his in reassurance although who for was up for debate. "We will be fine, Kadan, all the necessary precautions have been taken, don't worry." His eyes caught hers again and what he saw killed any argument he may have had. Her dark eyes were just as determined as when they had first met, fighting alongside one another. So instead of arguing he sighed, lifting her hand to his lips. A clear sign of her victory.