Verissa smiled at Asher's concern for Remilia. She gently picked up the dog and slumped her across her lap, as she scootched over next to Asher, giving her seat to the injured dog. She wondered why he was asking for her to be closer, maybe it was just to make conversing easier. She moved close enough for their legs to touch, so that Remilia would have plenty of room to be comfortable. 

Verissa listened as he told her of their destination. It still amazed her just how big the Kerawac was. She'd always thought the Ebonfort Empire was huge, but these plains could easily be ten times the size of it or more. She wondered just how many people were here, and just how successful they'd be in a raid if they all went in on it together. It was still impressive to her just how so many people could not only survive, but thrive in such a harsh environment, without walls to live behind. 

She saw the slight grin, heard the mild playfulness in his vagueness. This was something he thought she'd truly enjoy, a genuine gesture on his part. She found herself growing rather fond of these brief moments of kindness, softness in the hard man. They weren't often, but when they appeared, they truly stood out. But then came the comment on privacy. She wasn't entirely sure on what to make of that, for they had privacy within their shared tent. What was it that he was waiting for?

When he mentioned the incident from earlier with Jasper, however, her features hardened. Asher had saved her the first time against the man and his cruel desires. But Verissa was not going to be a victim again. Jasper, in her mind, was not Asher's problem, but her own. To assume responsibility for him, only further reminded her that she was Asher's property. He'd probably kill a man for damage to his horse or tent, just as toward his slave. She turned slightly away from him, trying to snuff out some of her anger, mixed at being a slave and at Jasper.
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"I hurt him worse. I'd have cut his throat earlier, but missed my moment. No man will ever hurt me as he tried. I'll kill them all first."[/b][/i][/color] 

She didn't care if it sounded ridiculous. After all, she had no skills at killing anyone, and had gotten incredibly lucky with her last meeting with Jasper. It was clear that she was still weak. But every word was dripping with venom and dedication. She meant what she'd said. 

Still fuming, she looked off in the distance, her fist closest to Asher bone white from how hard it was clenched. She needed to become strong, to become free. She needed to became a true Kvaren. And to do that, to stop being treated like a slave, in her mind, she needed to stop acting like one. [color=bc8dbf][i][b]"I will be the one to kill Jasper. He's mine, not yours." [/b][/i][/color]