[ With Mika in her arms, she looks every bit the fearsome mother wolf. To her she murmurs, not dropping her gaze from Anderson: ] Go and ask my son Mart for a dance.

[ The leviathan boy will be able to look after her. Taking advantage of the priest's hesitation, Integra forges ahead. ]

I've taken you for a lot of things, Father, but not as a man who would run down an unarmed and injured young woman.