The Heartwood Fear's got a hold on me

The red beasts's laughter subsided to a hiccup as the wraith's burnt visage continued to leer. Though her enemy's strident tone dropped with each insult, Tuwawi's cheshire expression remained. Freedom from Cahaiphas' web felt liberating, but her desire to ruin the witch persisted. To the ember, there was no more truth in her nefarious words; even if the last bit was an actual fact. Perhaps, just then, Caiaphas witnessed the creation of a singular, corporal being. With little to tie her to this earth - as the waif made certain to state - she could take up the relentless pursuit of the last siren. Death was no object. Perhaps she wished for it.

When the wretch took a step closer Tuwawi's weight shifted. She stood, feeling her head clear as her energy temporarily returned, and growled... voice thick and throaty as every syllable bubbled with contempt. "It is inconsequential," she said, dismissing Caiaphas' words. Even if those things had mattered [which at this point, was questionable], they held no bearing upon the firebrand. "I know your Sound. I'll come for you," she threatened pointedly and braced herself to strike again.