[She looked him up and down, and her mouth quirked for a moment in a dry smile.]
I don't need to think of wolves, sai. I've met men.
[Maybe that was an insulting thing to say to a man, especially one so persistent in offering kindness. But it was also the truth. She'd never known wolves - or any other kind of beast - to be as vicious as men (and, for that matter, women) could be. It wasn't wolves that jeered, or hit their wives, or kicked poor Sheemie when he crawled on the taproom floor. It wasn't wolves that spat at her as she was dragged to her death.]
[She pushed the plate away, gently but firmly, and shook her head again.]
I ain't playing the martyr, sai. Ain't hungry, is all. [And not too keen to stoop to charity just yet, either.]
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I don't need to think of wolves, sai. I've met men.
[Maybe that was an insulting thing to say to a man, especially one so persistent in offering kindness. But it was also the truth. She'd never known wolves - or any other kind of beast - to be as vicious as men (and, for that matter, women) could be. It wasn't wolves that jeered, or hit their wives, or kicked poor Sheemie when he crawled on the taproom floor. It wasn't wolves that spat at her as she was dragged to her death.]
[She pushed the plate away, gently but firmly, and shook her head again.]
I ain't playing the martyr, sai. Ain't hungry, is all. [And not too keen to stoop to charity just yet, either.]