He couldn't help but admire her strength - her grace, even - as she walked among the sneering villagers. She held her head high and was hiding behind Qetesh's regal demeanor, proof of how much this was affecting her.
He had insisted she came on this mission, convinced the villagers would listen to him if he spoke on her behalf. They did not.
The insults and threats grew louder as they approached the gate.
"I'll make it up to you," he promised, leaning close.
Surely taking a holiday together would be enough to make them both forget he screwed up big time...