[ If there were fewer things to sort through, Kostos might object to the characterization of Yseult as his assistant—unnecessarily, probably—but there are not fewer things to sort through, so he’s silent on the matter, and silent on all of the other matters as well, for the time it takes Darras to explain and then several additional seconds afterwards.
Yseult has been—fine. Present and attentive and knowledgeable in ways that make Kostos feel slightly more out of his depth that usual, which is saying something, and especially conscious of his bruises and missing buttons (why anyone thinks tearing clothes that way is sexy is beyond him) and all of that, not quite embarrassed but occasionally wondering if maybe he ought to be. He hasn’t been given any reason to doubt her, or much reason not to doubt her. And he’s been given a small reason, that word pirate, to doubt Darras.
But his default is to doubt nearly everyone, a lot, all the time. In that context they’re nearly even. ]
How much does she dislike you, exactly?
[ How much of a disruption is this possibly going to be. ]
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Yseult has been—fine. Present and attentive and knowledgeable in ways that make Kostos feel slightly more out of his depth that usual, which is saying something, and especially conscious of his bruises and missing buttons (why anyone thinks tearing clothes that way is sexy is beyond him) and all of that, not quite embarrassed but occasionally wondering if maybe he ought to be. He hasn’t been given any reason to doubt her, or much reason not to doubt her. And he’s been given a small reason, that word pirate, to doubt Darras.
But his default is to doubt nearly everyone, a lot, all the time. In that context they’re nearly even. ]
How much does she dislike you, exactly?
[ How much of a disruption is this possibly going to be. ]