The Sentinels that you would be shaking right down to your soul

she would allow him: but only for a moment. should he stray too close, he'd find the serpent's lash. still somewhat grudging of his disregard for his wishes she cast him a cold look before turning her cheek away from his touch. she would have simmered for a moment longer had he not spoken -- the honesty behind his words seemed to strip her of the last vestiges of her umbrage. but she was a woman -- and a proud one -- and she did not immediately relent. "a smarter thing to have done would have been to hold your own skin and blood in high esteem." she trailed off in true snipey-woman fashion, though her words lacked the barb from before. "if there is a next time, you'll make it right." with finality to her voice she rose, intending to return to her grotto unless lasher intercepted her.