Ruhk rolled her eyes lazily towards the messenger, and then looked at Corr.  One could almsot here the clicking of the intricate traps in her mind and she lightly laid her fingers along her sibling's shoulder.  The fingers traveled along the soft curve of her shoulder down to her elbow, and gently seized her arm there, squeezing quite firmly.  To someone used to their strangeness it might have seemed fear or worry for her sibling's safety or for herself.  It was in all truth a warning, a suggestion to strike where the vein was exposed.  A little intimacy that held a world of meaning.<br/><br/>She did not say anything aloud; Ruhk was no longer interested in talking.  She'd had her say and it burned inside her sister's bruised body and her angry heart.<br/><br/>Ruhk was always master of her sister Corr.  Even when they did not wear the same names.