Dale was understandably concerned about a werewolf in Daggerfall, and he and Michel Dubois promised to be more vigilant. They were also apologetic over their treatment of the homeless, but Amelia didn’t really expect them to change. Dale was right: they had seen a lot in their time with the guard, and that could make a person jaded.
Over the next few weeks, Amelia saw less and less of her lover. They were both busy with bandits and Bloodthorns, and she never really forgave him for his insensitivity toward the homeless, even if she understood his views. Eventually, they rarely saw each other at all, except when discussing work. She supposed it was for the best. She cared for him, but there was too much going on in her life to let her feelings develop into love. Fortunately there was little tension between them; it wasn’t a bad breakup, and besides, they were professionals. Personal feelings wouldn’t prevent them from being civil while working together. They still woke up in bed together on the odd occasion, usually when they had been drinking, but even that grew less often. The Spearhead was in port, and these days she was more likely to wake up in bed with Jakarn, often with both him and Kireina—sometimes just with Kireina.