Oh ew. Peony's lip curl came morphed into an outright frown of disgust. It seemed she needed to source a scimitar as soon as possible, or, the thought occured to her as she glanced up at Inathe; she needed to secure influential and powerful friends willing to defend her.

"Oh well, a chastity belt it might well be then." She shrugged lightly, leaning more into Ianthe as if to avoid the crush of the crowds as they got closer to the food stalls.

Tired? "How could I grow tired of the greatest thing that ever happened to me? Without it, I would be married off to some fat ancient lord who barely registered that I'm as young as his oldest son, forced to make an heir and a spare and be his nursemaid until his dying days." Who the wouldn't take a pact when that was the offer on display.