Creessida Kroft gives Sabina a comforting smile, an ‘I know you didn’t ask for this, I don’t blame you, it’s not your fault,’ smile to answer the apology the Field Marshall has written on her face but doesn't dare to voice aloud in Queen Ileosa’s vicinity.
‘Don’t trust me as a friend,’ Cressida Kroft does not say. ‘My loyalty is to Korvosa, neither you nor your faction, who I frankly view as villains,’ she does not explain, ‘and the extent to which you hand me the reigns is the precise extent to which I will not hand them back.’
"Don't worry," says the Watch Sergeant. "We'll figure this out together."
The deceit might be bad for her Law – or maybe not. She’s certainly seen worse from Lawful Ornher Reebs.
Then it must be bad for her Good – but then, Vencarlo Orisini used to bamboozle Korvosa’s elite in the most audacious way. He’d joke about his exploits while Cressida laughed and shook her head, and Vencarlo glowed as Good as any fighter.
Alright. So she's following the letter of the Law, in service of the greater Good.
But maybe it’s bad somehow for her Lawful Good in conjunction, a diagonal move towards True Neutral. Something something cashing in on a reputation for straight-shooting. She isn't a theologian.
It feels like it should be bad for her alignment. Whether or not it really is, what she knows for sure is it’s bad for her Cressida Kroft. It isn't who she wants to be.
Don't worry. We'll figure this out together. With a friendly smile.
...It’s been such a very long night.