Intelligence and cunning.
"Highly prized assets in battle" as Jibrith told her many years ago. "And empathy."
"But why empathy?" Hevne had asked. "I would not want to feel the fear my enemy feels. Nor would I want to wear the shackles of sympathy, for sympathy will follow empathy as sure as gulls follow shoals. Jibrith, sympathy destroys resolve."
Hevne smiled as she recalled Jibrith hugging her then. "You are your father's daughter," he'd said, and she'd felt proud: "He was impetuous, too." And she'd frowned.
"But he knew empathy, Hevne. Intelligence, cunning and empathy. In peace and in battle."