The people who just showed up made Tarlaka want to pick up her daughter and duck her head, using the little body of warm flesh as a shield from that bastard Angel. Though one look down at her daughter had a little bit of a pleased smile on the semi-new mothers lips, electric blue eyes, rosebud lips, soft black hair. Tarlaka was glad that she and the father had much of the same colouring, because that meant little Seiteki could look entirely like her, which also meant that no one would be able to figure out who the father was. Unless the bastard went and opened his big fat mouth. Eugh. She could still never figure out why she did that with him of all people, she'd have six kids with Akkiel before she'd have sex with him again.
Okay, maybe not six.
Silently she fed her daughter, her head down but listening to every breath and sigh. That and completely ignoring Angel. Of all the people she hated, the black and blue haired woman was still amazingly surprised at how much she just hated Angel, and he didn't even knock her up! Imagine that. She hated Denkou mostly because that happened, and the love. Oi vey. Him and his love for her. She hoped he was gone, and if he made any passes at her while he was here, she'd put him in his place or fire him.
Oh right, important stuff.
Tarlakas eyebrows shot up on her forehead and she stared over at Yuri. Children offended Akkiel? Well, shit. She winced and felt, like a woman. A weak woman, even though she could be more than enough of a challenge for Akkiel, and Tarlaka was pretty damn sure she could get Angel on his hands and knees in the dirt. Though she was out of practice. Okay, here goes nothing. Boundaries. Lifting her head, and squaring her shoulders, tucking her wings against her back, and tipping the bottle for her still suckling daughter. Tarlaka swallowed her lump of 'Oh, crap, going to speak to the King like a normal man while on palace grounds,' and then looking him directly in the eye.
"She's... Mine... I don't let her interfere with work. Just saw just now... I forget about her, and I'm a horrible mother. I wore my armour until it hurt to keep on, and before I was even healed from giving birth I was up and in my armour again." She frowned and then took a breath, "Angel disagrees with you having a commanding officer with a child, and if she didn't... Mean so much, I'd gladly give her up to keep my position."
A humourless smile and Tarlaka plucked the empty bottle from her daughters chubby pink hands, and Seiteki was staring up and cooing while waving her little fists and kicking her feet. "Unfortunately, if you don't like Seiteki being here, you lose me as well. It seems that having this thing inside of me for nine months made me rather attached." A solemn nod and she ducked her head again, letting the hair that escaped from her long braid cover a side of her face, "Even though I'm a horrible mother, it seems like I don't remember what it was like before my breasts hurt because they're full of... Of... Too much baby food." She smiled and lift her daughter to rest against her shoulder, one calloused hand rubbing up and down the babys back, between delicate gray wings which flicked restlessly like the rest of her limbs.
"You may dismiss me if you see fit, if you don't wish too I'll be just as I was before she... Happened. Perhaps a little more cautious of who I dine with." Tarlaka frowned and Seiteki let out a burp and her frown dissolved into a smile and she looked up at Akkiel, there was a mix of emotions, she was pleased Akkiel was back, though worried of what he would think of her now that he knew she was a mother, or that she'd gotten pregnant at all. Yuri was like an older brother in a way, she was far more comfortable around Yuri than she was around Akkiel.
And she still just really hated Angel. Subconsciously she sent him a dark glare before cuddling her daughter again. "Give your answer now, if you don't wish for me to stay I'll be gone by the morning, if you do, I'll put Seiteki to bed and we can go about business."