Sleeping Dragon a quiet procurement

*tail between legs* :<

She did not know of Cirrus' internal spite towards her approach, but if she had, she would not begrudge him it-- Magpie had been in his position, once, and it wounded her greatly to be on the other end. She did not think of herself as his captor, though there was nothing else she could be to him. She merely looked over him for a moment, a pained sadness in her eyes, though the set of her jaw and posture remained resolute. After a heartbeat, she looked to the other woman, her head and shoulders dropping in acknowledgement of rank. Whether or not the other was truly above her or below her mattered not, at least not in this particular moment; for Magpie's mind was focused solely on the male's plight.

"Guest," however, caused the Corvidae to snap her full attention on the healer-- Lucani. She remained quiet for a moment, mind churning to sort through the meaning behind the chosen words. Did the healer support the idea of captives, or not? Did she mean it to mock him? Or did it mean nothing at all...? Despite herself, the dark woman's brow furrowed in consideration, as she replied gently, "It is intended for him."