Nasrin froze for a moment, her nose wrinkling and brow furrowing as that sank in. Was he serious.
"You're disgusting," she finally said, and continued to crawl along. They were almost to the end, because she had found a bend in the tunnel and turned right. Of course, she wasn't going to warn Ihlsepar about that. He deserved to bump his face into a wall.
"But I realize my opinion doesn't matter to you. I also realize that, as much as I hate it, you and Sahar are gonna do...whatever." She spat the words out, hating to admit it, but knowing it was true. She couldn't stand guard over her sister, and she wouldn't want to, anyway. That wouldn't be fair to Sahar, and she knew it would only be a good way to make her resent her. She loved Sahar too much to risk that. "Which makes me seriously question her taste, but whatever. As long as I don't know about it, just..."
She peered over her shoulder at him, scowling in the dark. "Be responsible. If you're going to fuck, for the love of Hakeshna, I hope you pull out. I won't see her suffering with some unworthy scoundrel's child, just another victim of his lust. And I swear to every deity in this world, even the fake ones, that if you hurt her, if you make her cry, I'll make you cry even harder. She's too good for you."