The blows hurt, but Oryani took them, knowing that it was good for the woman to take out her pain... even if it was on herself. They would leave painful marks... but she already had a lot of those, and right now... didn't care. Her back hurt more than her face, really, and pain was just becoming an irritation... hindering, yes, but a really big annoyance. And by pain she included sickness. Luckily, her brother came to help... which was a big relief. The pain of being sat on was becoming too much... a little too much.
When the weight suddenly lifted from her chest, the Chatakwe sat up, rubbing her back with a groan. She poked her eye as well, and winced. That would bruise. She said little, though answered Yetrian's question in a whisper. "You know that raid... last season. I accidentally killed that man. Well... I told her and he was a good friend of hers..." Oryani winced, partially from pain, but mostly thinking back on what a stupid thing she'd done. However, the younger Drykas didn't feel any of that guilt. Instead, as Isedan spoke, his expression grew darker and darker.
Oryani shielded her face from the dirt as Yetrian finally began speaking, set off by the comment about honor. "There is no dishonor in helping family. There is no dishonor in protecting yourself. All people die - it is something you must understand and expect. If he was stupid enough to get killed by a novice archer, he would have died soon enough anyways. My sister knows she did something wrong, she knows she messed up. Do NOT take your anger out on her. Take your anger out on fate, and chance if you want. But things happen. You just have to live with them. I have lost family too... do not pretend we do not understand death." His little speech done, he knelt down to comfort Oryani. The older woman was staring at her brother in shock. Though she hadn't understood the Common very well - both he and Kalikar were quite good at the language - the tone had been obvious. That speech had been... quite epic, really. "Wow." That was all she could say, muttering blankly.
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When the weight suddenly lifted from her chest, the Chatakwe sat up, rubbing her back with a groan. She poked her eye as well, and winced. That would bruise. She said little, though answered Yetrian's question in a whisper. "You know that raid... last season. I accidentally killed that man. Well... I told her and he was a good friend of hers..." Oryani winced, partially from pain, but mostly thinking back on what a stupid thing she'd done. However, the younger Drykas didn't feel any of that guilt. Instead, as Isedan spoke, his expression grew darker and darker.
Oryani shielded her face from the dirt as Yetrian finally began speaking, set off by the comment about honor. "There is no dishonor in helping family. There is no dishonor in protecting yourself. All people die - it is something you must understand and expect. If he was stupid enough to get killed by a novice archer, he would have died soon enough anyways. My sister knows she did something wrong, she knows she messed up. Do NOT take your anger out on her. Take your anger out on fate, and chance if you want. But things happen. You just have to live with them. I have lost family too... do not pretend we do not understand death." His little speech done, he knelt down to comfort Oryani. The older woman was staring at her brother in shock. Though she hadn't understood the Common very well - both he and Kalikar were quite good at the language - the tone had been obvious. That speech had been... quite epic, really. "Wow." That was all she could say, muttering blankly.
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