Haunted Wood big ones, small ones

there rises in her, unbidden, the delight of watching the woman's ears fold against her skull, her inability to form words. she is still, calm, expressionless, though her gaze sparks with cold mirth. she steps into full view, watching the woman with not even the slightest inklings of empathy as she struggles to rise, limbs unsteady as those of a newborn deer. she stays where she is, watching, waiting, wondering if Vengeance will join the small gathering. Certainly, she looked like a thing hunted, though if this was only in her imagination, she did not know. 

Keeping her here, however, was the best chance of Vengeance catching up to them, if indeed he chased the girl. "No." she answered in the same, nonchalant way. She surveys the girl, deciding quickly that she is weak,  insignificant. It will be easy to keep her here, she decides.