Naurfast

Dyvia had been trying to get Kespin back to the group when the wolf attacked. Hearing Miles's comment made her look twice at the creature.
Before she could decide to aid them, Miles had already dispatched of the poor thing, although it wasn't much of a threat with half of its body smashed into paste.
"Look, I didn't like killing it more than I liked saving that rotten bastard. We needed him alive."
Everything they had done was starting to leave a bad taste in her mouth, but she was going to see this through. She owed her freedom to them.