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Nyleria frowned as she listened to him. "You don't need to worry about what I'm capable of when I'm sitting around at home baking cookies and trying to get my child to not hate me. I came here because of you, because I wanted to be away from my tribe and be here with you. I even brought my daughter here - do you really think I'd have dragged Mayelle all this way if I was spying on your gang? That I'd risk putting my child in harm's way when I could easily have just left her with my parents? I'm glad to know you and your people have so much faith in my parenting skills," she said, clearly hurt. She got up and grabbed the bowl of cookie dough, starting to spoon more cookies on to the tray, just to keep her hands busy so she'd have something else to focus her mind on rather than how hurt she was by what Quentin was saying. "So, what does this mean for us?" she asked after a moment.