To Katsa Diasbaile was as an absurd a place as any could be. She did not like the crowds as well as she enjoyed the forests and didn't take to streets quite so well, but she could not deny it was a fantastic place for watching and listening. And for all Katsa wished at times she could run away and leave all wars and monarchs alone, she had given her heart—and her word—to too many people to do it.

Katsa waved off Liam's company soon as they approached: he would find Brennan and stay with his packmate for a time, and Katsa would finish her business in the settlement. Even she had to admit that she was looking forward to a meal of something other than game, fish, and water; vegetables seemed like a delicacy. She had a few coins on hand and so settled herself into a table in the corner of the nearest pub or inn she could find. More interested in the prospect of food than company she only spared one glance around the room once seated and so settled her gaze on Javik the moment he entered through the door.

However long it had been since she last saw him or they last spoke, Katsa's grudge-holding abilities had never lessened. She told herself to look down—having no interest in facing whatever conversation it was that they would surely have—but could not tear her gaze away to stop staring.