Elia frowned as her brother spoke, at first confused at his meaning until it sunk in and her expression faded to a neutral mask. Duty. She'd known he'd eventually get round to this speech... She had to swallow the faint knot of emotion that rose in her throat. This had to be...
"You haven't done me any disservice, my prince. Not ever. Flea Bottom's an easy enough task. Far less hostile than Starfall, in general." She smiled, with a soft laugh for the simplicity of the plan and the crystal clarity of the effects. "Twenty men ought to be more than sufficient to keep any rapes to a minimum. Unless you want me to take the pretty men."