Ysaryn raised her chin slightly. "We met him. In the talk of war. One of many sons, of the husband to be Jan. The blond who look at us all like we are meat. Same look as the men in Cordon."
She inhaled, squaring her shoulders. "He cross into my world. Among my people. Made ... demands. Of my women. It was a different home. But I know my people and their faces."

Lips pursed, Ysaryn frowned at Kire. "This will hurt many, Kirai. You choice. But know limits. Mine and of Rulitus."