No.
He did not get to do this again.
Cheshie had tried being civil, but she was not about to let this petulant kane-ra of a man waste more of their precious time while the group’s fate already hung from a knife’s edge.
Cheshie’s hand shot out in a flash, aiming to grab Henan’s shoulder in a vice grip before the okotan could storm away, a look of dull loathing in her eye.