After

Ikana crossed the room in two long steps, grabbing the arm of his wife and spinning her to face him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He hissed at her, keeping his voice purposefully low, worried the advisers in the other room would hear. Karria glared at him, snaking her arms up his chest to pull the neck of his turtleneck, pulling him to her level.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Rage had mangled the words in her throat, the deep accent making her words almost indecipherable. Ikana raised his chin, looking down his nose at her.

"You have no right." Was his only response. Not 10 minutes ago, she had stormed into a meeting, announcing her decision to leave the walled city. To look for a cure for Ethedral, she had said.

"What I can, or cannot do, is no longer something the family of Daraki'in can decide." She returned, releasing her grip and walking out the door.