(Warning for this chapter, Sihtric confronts the first person who touched him when he was a kid.)

They left shortly after. They packed up their small army and headed out while the sun was still high. Uhtred left instructions with Guthred. The Pretender King was to send his army when night was upon them. Uhtred may have threatened him a few more times before they left. The Lord wasn't playing around. He would kill Guthred if the army did not show up and he made sure the man knew it. And he would enjoy it.

"I swear, Uhtred." Guthred had nodded, holding up his hands and backing away slowly. "You have my men. You have my thanks. And my… friendship." The Pretender King smiled timidly at him and Finan. The two men just glared at him in complete silence and he stumbled back. He nodded, mumbled something about friendship again, and turned. Uhtred had glared and clenched his jaw but he bit his tongue and said nothing more. He still wanted to kill the man. He still might. Finan had stepped closer and touched his shoulder. Uhtred leaned against him for a moment, taking comfort in the way Finan felt beside him, and then they left.

When night had started to fall, they turned and kept to the woods. They made their way back to Dunholm and found Guthred's army waiting for them. There was no sign of the Pretender King but Uhtred was glad. He didn't need the man getting in his way. Because then he really would kill him. He grabbed Finan and Ragnar and pulled them away for a moment to discuss the plan again.

Aethelwold glared, watching the three wander off. He crossed his arms and shook his head. "This is madness." He said, shaking his head again and scoffing. "The rightful King of Wessex... helping to avenge the death of a big hairy smelly Viking." He sneered and laughed and glanced around, seeing if anyone was close enough to hear him. He enjoyed having an audience. "It would make a good song."

Father Beocca was within hearing distance. The priest had to physically bite his tongue against saying exactly what he thought about Aethelwold. Instead, he stepped closer for a moment and nodded. "Well, should you die, Aethelwold, I shall have it written. And the troubadours will sing about you for years to come." He forced a smile and then turned. He strode off without waiting for the would-be King's response.

Aethelwold's mouth dropped open for a moment, completely taken aback by the priest's words. Then he glared and shook his head as he watched the priest. The man was spending way too much time with Uhtred in his opinion. He shook his head and continued to glare. It was also just as ridiculous that he was risking his life to save Uhtred's bastard slave! Whatever-his-name was Kjartan's own son! Why the young man hadn't been killed before now just for that relationship alone was beyond Aethelwold. It would certainly be better for him if the slave was dead. "I pray his father has already killed him." He mumbled under his breath. He clenched his jaw and stalked off.

Behind him, Steapa paused. He was certain he wasn't meant to overhear his wayward ward. But the royal guard didn't have time to dwell on his words.

"This is where we are to part." Ragnar said as he, Uhtred, and Finan returned. He held up his hand and Uhtred nodded and stepped closer. Ragnar breathed out and swallowed, looking nervous for just a second. "We will make ourselves known only when we know the east door has been breached. We will attack and then it's up to you to save us." Ragnar let out a sharp laugh and shook his head. "We will be lambs for them to slaughter."

Uhtred swallowed and nodded. He glanced at Brida as she moved to stand beside Ragnar and nodded at her as well. "We will be swift. And we will see you again, brother."

Brida narrowed her eyes for a moment. "The next time we see each other better not be in Valhalla." She sneered.

Uhtred shook his head. "It won't. I promise. By morning…" He glanced sideways as Finan stepped closer to him. "We shall all have what we want."

"Lord." Clapa lifted his axe and nodded his head. "May the Gods be with you."

Father Beocca pushed himself in front of the large Dane and shook his head. "God! You mean God. He means God." He smiled and looked around. "There's just one true God. May God be with him! Us! All of us!" He added.

Uhtred laughed and stepped closer to Ragnar. "Just watch over Ragnar." He reached towards him and drew him into a tight hug.

Ragnar wrapped an arm around him and sighed against him. "Good luck, little brother." Then he dropped his voice and whispered his next few words. "We will save him."

Uhtred pulled away and ducked his head for a moment. He wiped at his eyes and inhaled deeply. Then he lifted his head and stepped back. He smiled and nodded. "See you all in Dunholm." He turned and started up the hill. Finan moved in behind him and the rest of their small band fell into line. They weaved through the trees as quickly and silently as they could.

Aethelwold huffed and panted rather dramatically as he made his way up. "This path is fit for goats only, not for the rightful King of Wessex." He mumbled.

Beside him, Beocca rolled his eyes and bit his tongue against saying what he really thought yet again. Instead, he moved closer and pointed down at the ground. "My young Lord, you should focus on where you are putting your feet."

Aethelwold narrowed his eyes and glared at the priest. And then promptly tripped over a large tree root. Steapa quickly helped him up and Aethelwold glared at him as well and pushed him away.

Finan turned and lifted his hand. "Less talkin', more climbin'."

Uhtred nodded. "We need to move quickly. We must be in place before that door opens at dawn. And be quiet! We don't want to be overheard!" He turned and resumed moving.

Finan was quick to follow and kept close. "O'erheard by who?" He whispered.

Uhtred rolled his eyes and shook his head as he slowed. Dunholm had come into view and he could see the guards at the top of the ramparts. "No one. Just tired of Aethelwold's voice." Finan chuckled softly and Uhtred allowed himself a moment to lean against him. They pressed closer to the bushes, hiding in the foliage as their band joined them. Uhtred swallowed and sucked in a breath as he watched the guards. He felt a jolt of nerves flare up in him. He had no clue what they were running into, what they would find inside. He prayed they found their boy alive inside. Along with Hild and Thyra. He couldn't stop the shiver that ran through him as he thought about the possibility of finding the opposite.

Finan felt it and leaned closer against him. He reached down and grabbed Uhtred's hand. He didn't hesitate to lace their fingers together. They were well hidden.

Uhtred glanced sideways at him and smiled. He took strength from his Irishman. He had been doing so for the last year and longer and he couldn't imagine a day without this handsome, strong man beside him. He nodded and turned to look back at the guards. Finan released him and he waited a moment longer until the guards both looked down. Then he sprinted out of the cover of the bushes and to the wall. He didn't stop until he could press his back against the stone wall. Then he held his breath and didn't move. But no sound came from above and he signaled to the others. Slowly, they all raced to the wall until just Finan and an archer were left. Uhtred bit his lip as he glanced at Finan. He felt the nerves again and wished the man was beside him. Finan nodded at him and they all settled down to rest and wait.


He gasped and tried to focus on anything but the lack of air made him dizzy and made his head spin. He closed his eyes and tried in vain to pry the fingers from his neck but Kjartan held on tightly. Both of the man's large hands were wrapped around Sihtric's throat and the boy couldn't shake him off. He was too exhausted and sore to do much of anything except uselessly claw at the stronger man. Then suddenly he was lifted off his feet completely and slammed back against the stone wall and everything spun.

"Kjartan!" Hild pressed against the bars and tried in vain to reach the man. He was well out of her reach but panic rose in her and she continued trying to get his attention. She could barely see him. The man hadn't brought a torch in with him and the only light by which she could see was what filtered in through the open door from the flickering torch in the hall. "Lord! Please!" She begged and sucked in a breath. She hoped the use of the title would pause him. "You promised Uhtred! You would not kill him if Uhtred left! You said you would give him the day! It isn't even dawn yet!"

Kjartan paused and turned. He still kept his hands tight around Sihtric's throat, still holding the boy off the ground, but he looked at Hild with an amused expression. "Nun, I can do whatever I fucking please. This is my fortress and this is my bastard and both belong to me. And it is dawn." He smiled and looked back at Sihtric. "I will kill you. And I will enjoy it."

Sihtric gritted his teeth and his lips curled into a snarl. "I… belong… to… Uhtred…" He forced the words out and they were barely audible. But Kjartan heard them and his eyes narrowed. Kjartan snarled right back at him and flashed his teeth. Then he pulled Sihtric from the wall just to slam him against it again as hard as he could. Sihtric opened his mouth but no sound came out.

Kjartan laughed and leaned closer. "I shall send you to Niflheim and you will never see your precious Uhtred again and one day, I shall take great pleasure in…"

"Lord Kjartan!"

The shout from the hall stilled him. Kjartan pulled away from Sihtric as the guard entered the dark dungeon. He frowned and looked at him in annoyance for being disrupted. "What?" He hissed, his jaw clenched.

The guard swallowed and flinched back. "W-warriors, L-lord. Warriors at the N-n-north Gate." The man stuttered.

Kjartan's eyes widened. He immediately let go of Sihtric and stepped away. The boy fell unmoving to the floor and Kjartan paid him no mind. He thrust the key at the guard and ran for the steps. "Lock them back up." He called as he slipped out the door.

The guard grabbed Sihtric roughly and pulled him towards the cell. Hild stumbled back as the door was unlocked and opened long enough for the man to kick Sihtric inside. Then he quickly slammed it shut, locked it, and ran from the room.

They were shrouded in darkness again and Hild leaned over Sihtric. He was in a ball on the floor and she attempted to pull him up. She hadn't seen him move when Kjartan released him. And he didn't react when the guard grabbed him. "Sihtric!" Worry and panic clouded her voice as she clung to him tightly. "Wake up!" She ran her hands over him as best she could in the darkness. "Sihtric, you have to wake up! The battle's started. We have to go!" She pulled on him again and managed to get him into a sitting position against the bars. "Sihtric!"

The boy's eyes flashed open and he gasped. He felt Hild's hands on him and he wrapped his fingers around her. He held on tight to her, letting her ground him as he leaned his head back against the bars. He struggled to breathe and to keep his head from spinning. He was having trouble with both. His chest hurt, his neck hurt, his head hurt, every part of him hurt. He closed his eyes against the darkness and tried to breathe in deeply and that was an even bigger mistake as more pain flooded his senses.

Hild listened to him for a moment and felt his hold on her. She breathed out in relief and sighed. "I thought he killed you." She said softly, tears in her eyes. She pulled one hand away from her to wipe at her eyes.

Sihtric inhaled and exhaled again and while the pain was still there and he feared passing out from it, he was at least able to fill his lungs adequately. He nodded and swallowed and flinched. That really hurt. He opened his mouth slowly and licked at his lips. "He… almost… did…" There was a loud thump above them and they both tilted their heads up. They couldn't see anything in the darkness but still, they looked. "It's… started…" Sihtric grimaced as he spoke and sighed.

Hild nodded her head and moved to stand up. She kept her hold on Sihtric and pulled on him. "I'm sorry we don't have more time to let you recover but we have to go."

Sihtric bit his lip and nodded his head. "I know…" He breathed out and let her help him up. He wavered, his head still spinning wildly, and leaned back against the bars. "Fuck…" He lifted his other hand to his face and rubbed it over his forehead. He pushed away from the bars and stumbled.

Hild held onto his arm and placed her other hand on his chest. "Easy." She said softly. "Go slow."

He nodded and then stupidly remembered she wouldn't be able to see him. He sighed and opened his mouth. "Stay close." He said softly, trying to keep the pain from his voice. He turned and moved along the row of bars. He kept his hand out, feeling them as he did. Hild wrapped her arm around his other arm and kept close as she followed. When he reached the end, he stopped. He touched the wall and then the first bar, making sure he indeed had the first. Then he touched Hild's hand and she released him.

She stepped back and touched her hand to his back. She drifted lower until she touched his sword belt. His weapons were gone but she was able to hook her fingers into his belt. She didn't want to lose him in the dark and touching him helped to keep her panic and fear at bay. "Is it… okay… if I… hold onto to you here?" She asked awkwardly.

Sihtric smiled and hummed in answer. "Yes." He added, once again reminding himself that she couldn't see him. He'd never been locked in the cell with anyone else before. Having to actually talk was throwing him off. He reached up, letting his fingers follow the bar until where it was embedded in the ceiling. He lifted it straight up and the top moved higher into the hole. The bottom popped out and he was able to pull it free. He turned and leaned it against the wall. Then he turned sideways and started sliding through the bars. He certainly didn't feel like he had grown any since the last time he was locked in the cell. But he felt the stone scraping against his bare arms and pulling at his leather. He sucked in a breath and held it until he could wiggle through.

"Sihtric?" Hild had let him go when he started moving and she stepped closer when she felt his absence. "Are you okay?"

Sihtric breathed out and nodded. "Yes." He turned and reached through the bars. He fumbled for a moment before he found her hand. "Turn sideways and slide out." He stepped back and held her hand tightly as she followed.

When they were both free of the cell, Hild smiled and wrapped her arms around Sihtric. She held him, hugging him tightly for a moment. Then she released him and stepped back. "Sorry."

He smiled and nodded. "Come on." He kept a hold of her hand as he turned. He pressed himself to the wall and followed it until he reached the door. He eased it open and light flooded the entrance. They both shied back from the light for a moment and blinked, letting their eyes adjust. Hild sucked in a breath and Sihtric nodded, understanding. He turned and looked over his shoulder at her. "Dagger?" He said softly, his voice barely a whisper.

Hild nodded and pulled her hand back. She turned and pulled up her skirts. She bent forward and quickly pulled the two daggers strapped to her legs free. Then she straightened up and handed one to Sihtric. "I'm not very good with it." She said softly.

He took the dagger and nodded. "Just stay close to me, okay?"

Hild nodded and looked up at him. She saw the forming bruise around his neck and shook her head. But she didn't say anything. She nodded and gripped the dagger tightly. "Okay."

Sihtric smiled and grabbed her hand again. "I'm fine." He said, nodding and trying not to flinch.

She raised an eyebrow. "Fine, huh?"

Sihtric pulled her through the door and didn't answer. They pressed themselves against the wall and slowly climbed up the stairs. He paused and released her hand. He held it up, trying to signal her to stop. Then he lowered himself to the floor and crept higher up the stairs. He shifted the dagger in the hand as he eyed the guard standing at the top. He paused and waited a moment, listening. But he couldn't hear anyone else. He silently stepped closer until he was standing behind the man. Then he lifted the dagger and swiftly plunged it into the guard's neck. The man was dead before he even knew what happened. Sihtric stepped to the side and pushed the man down the stairs.

Hild breathed in sharply and hurried to catch up. She reached for his hand again and they headed down the hall. As they moved, they could hear voices above them, louder than before. Hild glanced around and spied a large archway with stairs that appeared to go up. But Sihtric was dragging her deeper into what looked like a bigger dungeon. But this one was drier than the one below and better lit. Torches and the light from the exit kept everything at least visible. "Sihtric, are we not joining the battle?"

Sihtric smiled and shook his head. "Not yet. We have someone else to save first."

Hild tilted her head. "Who?"

Sihtric just smiled wider as he pulled her along the other cells. "Thyra!" He called out before reaching hers. He didn't want to startle her or the dogs he knew she usually had. He didn't hear anything and for a moment, thought she wasn't there. His eyes widened and he darted forward, pulling away from Hild. "Thyra?" He stepped out in front of her cell and immediately flinched back.

Thyra stood at the bars, pressed against them. Her eyes were wide and blank as she stared at him. She tilted her head slowly and blinked at him, looking just as wild and feral as the dogs are her. Behind and around her, all over her cell, were several dogs. A few stepped closer to the bars and shoved their noses through, sniffing at Sihtric and Hild as they drew closer. A few others barked and jumped around. Thyra lifted her hand, stopping them. Then she tilted her head the other way and stared at Sihtric.

Sihtric slipped his dagger into his belt and held up his hands. He stepped closer slowly and lowered his head a bit. "Thyra…" He said her name softer, barely a whisper. "It's Sihtric. Do you remember me, Princess?"

She tilted her head again and narrowed her eyes for a moment, searching him for something. Then suddenly, her eyes widened and she let out a gasp. She pressed closer to the bars and gripped them. "My Little Raven, you are alive!"

He smiled and stepped closer to the bars. When he got close enough, she reached out and touched his face. "I am, Princess." He answered lightly.

Thyra ran her hands over his cheekbones and back to his ears. She clicked her tongue and shook her head. His face was dotted with fresh cuts and bruises and she touched every one gently. Then her eyes fell to his neck and she clicked her tongue again. "Kjartan." She said softly.

Sihtric nodded his head. "Yes but I will be fine."

Thyra clicked her tongue again and shook her head. "Closer, my Little Raven. Let me see." Sihtric nodded his head and stepped closer. Thyra immediately touched her hands to his stomach. Sihtric flinched and bit his lip and Thyra spread her fingers. "Take your leather off. Let me see."

Sihtric smiled and shook his head. "Thyra, I am fine." He repeated, grabbing her hands and lifting them from his stomach. "I promise. I would let you see but we don't have the time now."

She blinked at him and leaned against the bars. "Sven told me you were dead… I don't know how long ago it was."

Sihtric turned and waved at Hild. "Hild, can you watch the door?"

The nun watched the odd exchange from afar. She wasn't completely sure what she thought of Uhtred and Ragnar's sister. But she had been told the poor girl had been taken a long time ago. If she had been kept in that cell with only dogs as companions, Hild couldn't fault her for… being a little odd. Hild nodded and hurried to the door.

Sihtric stepped closer to the door and dropped to his knees. "He thought I was, I'm sure." One of the dogs thrust his nose through the bars and licked his face. Sihtric let out a soft laugh and pushed the dog's nose away. "Hi to you too, Bjorn."

Thyra smiled. "He remembers you."

Sihtric nodded as paused for a moment and glanced at the dogs in the cell. He thought he remembered a few of the largest ones. "Aksel… Anna… Emil… Victor… Ole…"

Thyra nodded and tilted her head. "Very good, Little Raven."

"There are a couple I don't recognize." He said as he pulled out his dagger. He leaned closer and stuck the tip into the lock. "But I was gone for a while." He said as he twisted the dagger slowly. "You remember? I went with Tekil to infiltrate that army?"

Thyra knelt down beside him and watched him. She tilted her head and shrugged. "Maybe."

Sihtric smiled. "Well we failed and do you know who we were sent to kidnap? Your brother, Uhtred." Thyra sucked in a breath and looked away from him for the first time. Sihtric continued as he worked the lock. "He let me live and kept me and then the King, he had your brother sold into slavery and I went with your other brother, Ragnar, and we searched for almost a year. We finally tracked him down and saved him and I've spent the last few months helping him get his strength back."

"My brothers…" Thyra said softly. "They left me here… they abandoned me…"

The lock clicked open and Sihtric pulled the dagger away. He shoved it in his belt and stood quickly, ignoring the pain as he moved. He pulled the door open and knelt down beside Thyra. He pulled her into a hug and shook his head. "No, Thyra." He said softly, rubbing his hands over his back. "They thought you were dead."

Thyra melted against him for a moment before she pulled away. Sihtric released her and she tilted her head. "But I saw her…" She said softly and looked away.

Sihtric frowned. "Saw who?"

Thyra looked back and blinked at him. "Maybe she didn't see me. Maybe I didn't see her. It was so long ago… I don't know if I remember right…"

Sihtric wasn't sure who she was talking about but he didn't have time. He shook his head and leaned closer to her again. "They didn't know, Thyra, I swear. They only found out you were still alive right before Uhtred was sold. They've wanted to save you since they found out! But you know the fortress, Thyra. But they've come for you now. I swear!" He grabbed her hands and pulled on her, trying to get her to focus on him. "Do you hear them? Do you hear the battle above us? That's Uhtred and Ragnar, coming to save you. To save all of us. I swear, they never..."

"Sihtric!" Hild hissed and ducked back. "Someone's coming!"

Sihtric pulled Thyra up and pushed her back into the cell. He touched his finger to his lips and pulled the door shut. Then he turned and dashed across the room towards Hild. He pressed himself against the side of the door and pulled out his dagger as a shadow fell across the threshold.

"Thyra!" Sven ran into the dungeon and didn't slow until he stood in front of her cell. "We're being attacked!" He panted out. "We have to leave!" Thyra glared at him and the dogs around her started barking. Sven held up his hands and flinched back. "We have to run, Thyra! Now!"

"Why?" Thyra stepped closer to the bars and tilted her head, staring at him with wide eyes. "My brothers are here to save me!" She snapped loudly.

Sven blinked his eye at her and opened his mouth slowly. "How do you…" He shook his head and stepped closer again. "Thyra, we have to leave now. You're coming with me."

"Do not touch her!" Sihtric snapped, moving from his hiding spot beside the door. He darted across the room towards them. "You will not touch her ever again!" He snarled and held out the dagger.

Sven stumbled back and pulled out his sword, his hand shook as he tried to grip the pommel. "Where did you… how did you…" He swallowed and stepped back again. His eye darted around but the only exit was blocked. "B-b-brother… you… we can… we c-c-can all leave…"

Sihtric nodded his head and smiled. "We will be leaving."

"But you will not!" Hild said as she stepped away from the wall and held her dagger out. She moved to stand in front of the archway, blocking it in case he tried to flee and managed to get past Sihtric.

Thyra moved to the other side of the cell to see Hild better. She forgot about Sven and pressed herself closer to the bars. She had seen the other woman with Sihtric but the stranger hadn't registered in her mind until she moved closer "Little Raven, who is that?"

Sihtric didn't take his eyes off Sven as he felt Hild move closer. "This is Hild, a very good friend of your brothers. And mine. We will introduce you better later."

"Brother!" Sven held up his hand. "You can leave!" He said, desperation in his voice. "Take your nun and run!"

Sihtric shook his head and stepped closer. Sven stumbled back a step and Sihtric snarled. "I am not leaving without Thyra."

Thyra smiled and moved along the bars again until she could stare at Sven. "I'm his Princess. He loves me. More than you ever did."

Sihtric stilled for a moment and then nodded. "I do, Thyra."

Sven sputtered and turned towards her, taking his eye off Sihtric. "I do love you, Thyra!" He lowered his sword and stepped closer to her. "I have loved you for years! You were meant to be my wife!"

Thyra spat at him and shook her head. "You do not know how to love!" She held her hand out behind her, signaling her dogs to quiet and remain still as she stepped towards the door. She gripped the bars with her other hand and pushed the door opened. "I will kill you." She said with a twisted smile.

Sven's eyes widened and he stumbled back as she pushed the door open. He looked at Sihtric and swallowed nervously. "Brother…"

Sihtric growled and lunged at him. "Do not call me brother!" He snarled. Sven's eye widened and he dropped his sword. He held up his hands and shook his head and moved back. He opened his mouth but Sihtric didn't let him say anything else. "I am not your brother!" He snarled.

Thyra shook her head. "You can't call my Little Raven your brother after what you did to him!"

Sven swallowed and shook his head. He looked back at Sihtric and held up his hands again as he stumbled back another step. "I apologized for that… it was so long ago..." His voice shook as he said it and he dropped his gaze to the floor.

Sihtric stepped closer and didn't take his eyes off Sven as he kicked the man's sword away. It slid across the floor behind them. "Do you know how old I was?"

Sven swallowed and shook his head. "I don't… I don't remember…"

"I was a child!" Sihtric shouted, his voice rising more than he meant to. But the battle around them drowned it out.

"I was drunk!" Sven insisted as he looked back up at Sihtric and then shifted to Thyra. "And Thyra bit me!"

Sihtric narrowed his eyes and snarled again. "Do not blame what you did to me on her! You dragged me out in front of her so she could watch!" Sven flinched back at his tone and Sihtric advanced on him again. "I didn't understand and I gagged and cried. So you tore off my clothes and pushed me to the floor and forced yourself on me and you said…" He faltered for the first time and a tremble wracked him. He took his eyes off Sven for the first time since his vile brother entered the room.

Thyra stepped closer. She didn't touch him but she moved to stand beside Sihtric and glared at Sven as well. "He said if I ever denied him again, he would just take my Little Raven from me and use him."

Sihtric nodded and shook himself. He breathed out and looked back up at Sven. "You left me here, on the floor, bleeding and crying. I didn't understand and I thought I was dying. Kjartan found me and beat me because I made a mess and was being too loud. That was the first time he locked me downstairs."

"I know!" Sven snapped, throwing up his hands and looking between them both. "I apologized the next day and I convinced dad to let you out after a couple days!"

Thyra stepped closer to Sven, moving to stand between him and Sihtric. "Your empty words meant nothing!" She spat. "You can never apologize for the pain you inflicted on my Little Raven! I will kill you for everything you've done to him!"

Sven flinched back from her and held up his hands. "I never touched him again! I swear!" He tried to look over Thyra at Sihtric and swallowed. "Tell her, Sihtric! I never touched you again!"

"No." Sihtric shook his head as he lowered his dagger and stood up straighter, glaring at his brother over Thyra's shoulder. "You didn't. You just brought your friends to do the same to me. Because that made it better. If everyone treated me as a whore like my mother was forced to be then it didn't matter that you did." He turned and bent down to pick up Sven's sword. He gripped it tightly and glanced over his shoulder at Sven one more time. "Thyra, you can kill him."

Thyra's smile twisted as she waved her hands behind her, signaling. A second later her dogs were running from the cell and swarming around her. She clicked her tongue and they all turned towards Sven and started growling.

Sven stumbled back again and screamed. "Thyra, no! Please! Brother! Sihtric! Please…"

Thyra tilted her head, still smiling at him. "Kill!"