"Hmph, that's how it works you know, that's why she keeps doing it." Yuna commented, ignoring the plea at the end for the moment, moving to stand behind Rasovna, rubbing her shoulders slowly "She screams, she yells, she makes a scene... it's like a small child throwing a tantrum.  Only difference is this 'child' is a strong, dangerous woman... whom nobody has clearly put in her place when she decided to pitch a fit.  You said it yourself; she'd never hurt anyone sharing the same uniform as her... so what if she yells and screams and swears then?  Next time remember that, okay?  She needs someone like you to shut her up, or at least to show her that her screaming is lower than a dog's barking..."<br/><br/>She didn't bother to say it, but Rasovna overlooked one small thing: Yunalesca "Yuna" Braska in the most literal sense of the word<em>didn't</em>wear the same uniform as her LTs, and in a less literal sense she wasn't even from the same<em>nation</em>as even the Queen whom she'd known since the woman's own childhood.  Yuna was from a very hot, very lovely, very sandy tropical island where she'd grown up practically naked all the time, tanned permanently from the sun's rays over the years, and learned how to fight and use a gun - something that came so very naturally to her - before traveling.  Decades she'd traveled, meeting the 'Princess' of the nation she now fought for, watching her bloom into a most amazing young woman, whom she 'seduced' and became the mistress of, siring the newly-appointed Queen an heir, followed by a round of identical twins with over the years.  Raised the children, taught them to shoot and survive... but it was by her relationship to the Queen that Yuna was where she was; she was an outsider after all, from another land, in a position of power, and while most didn't think twice about it - either due to her reputation, her relationship to the queen, or the queen's vetting of her personally - some did.<br/><br/>Because politics was a bitch, and so was Grashe, who found her ways and attitude most disagreeable.<br/><br/>"Now don't you worry about her anymore, okay?" Yuna said, leaning down so that her bosom rested on the woman's head with a squish "She won't bother you anymore I don't think, and if she does you let me know, okay?  Now I'll see you tonight and make sure you get<em>twice</em>as many presents from me, okay?"