When they were far enough away from the raiders, Vis decided to hold her differently, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back, like carrying a dead body. As far as he was concerned, he wasn't wasting time putting her down and cutting her out of her bindings. 

"Tha way i thee ith.." Began Vis, jogging at a steady pace, "you've done me a favor an ith only righth that I pay you back." He looked own at her and cast the grin light of his eye on her face, there was something about her.


"Use your flattery elsewhere," snarked Khat, as she leapt off one of the book cases and landed gently on the ground with barely a tap, "It's just a nickname and thats as far as I'd like to take it with a stranger, Separ." she said his name with disdain, it seemed that being in the town she once called him was bubbling up lots of negativity inside her.