Killian sighed, leaning heavier against the desk. "So, would you return to the palace?"
"No, I will burn the clergy down first. I need something to take my rage out on. You coming?"
Killian's sigh came out like permission and warning folded into one. He pushed off the desk and stepped closer until the office felt smaller, coiled around the two of them.
"You serious?" he asked, with no incredulity in his voice, only the practical question of how much blood they were willing to spill and who would clean it up afterward. "When did you soften enough to ask and not order?"
"Blame the exhaustion," Dax said, and the corner of his mouth tightened into something like a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Killian studied him for a beat, then let out a noise that was half amusement, half acceptance. "Let's test if the god of these people is listening to them."
