( Of course the Tsaritsa does not care for her soldiers, that's all they were to her; soldiers ready to be thrown away the moment they were not useful to her. She'd seen it happen Wanderer and she works with a disgusting, vile man like Dottore. Her hands fists leaving her hips to cross in front of her, frown deepening. But she'll refrain from voicing her thoughts on his 'revered' Archon. )

Not even laying in bed half to death apparently.

( Upon hearing his flattery, any other time she'd turn away so fast to avoid his gaze to not show how his soft look gets to her. But this time she just frowns deeper, she doesn't even know if he'll even take his promise seriously. )

Well, I just watched you pop out of dimensional rip in thin air, in your foul legacy for who knows how long, and collapse back in after the whale. ( That was not a good feeling, the fear she felt and having to stop her urge to run and jump in with him. )

I somehow don't even believe your empty promise.