“She is no slave,” Ivar had soaked in the praise, but now he spoke directly as they walked. “She is with my child and we may be wed.” He spoke so casually that he might as well be referring to cattle. "Much like a second wife-" He paused and offered a seemingly kind smile to sooth his wife, "But there is no need to be rid of the first. Think of her as an addition. Like Winnie, but mine and not a slave."

“Come,” He gestured to Nikita to follow and she obediently did, taking in Pandora just as much as Pandora observed her. She knew some words that were spoken but most importantly, she stayed silent and saw no reason to be anymore than she was at that moment.