Emryc
Tooth & Nail
He'd reached the end of his cigarette and so was forced to sit, complacently idle, while he rolled all this new information around in his head. It all boiled down to the fact that he had some digging and research to do, but it wasn't of utmost importance. For as long as she'd been in his company and under his care she'd not had a single threat against her life. Either time had weathered the sting of her great atrocities, her death really had been accepted as final, or she'd succeeded in living clandestinely as wheelchair-bound Beatrice Govan.
Whatever the case, there did not presently seem to be an active pursuit for her head.
"Okay," he said finally as decisions slowly began to emerge for immediate actionable items of business, "I'll increase your Guard retinue when you travel and make sure they are informed, prepared, and equipped to handle Force Users. Is there anything else I should know?"
Beatrice Govan needn't worry about rejection, he was prepared to accept her for whatever or whoever she was. Doing anything otherwise would only make him the galaxy's biggest hypocrite.
Whatever the case, there did not presently seem to be an active pursuit for her head.
"Okay," he said finally as decisions slowly began to emerge for immediate actionable items of business, "I'll increase your Guard retinue when you travel and make sure they are informed, prepared, and equipped to handle Force Users. Is there anything else I should know?"
Beatrice Govan needn't worry about rejection, he was prepared to accept her for whatever or whoever she was. Doing anything otherwise would only make him the galaxy's biggest hypocrite.