Blackfeather Woods let me show you the way and the life

Her emotions are like a rollercoaster, plunging into terror and slowly ascending into anger. This time, however, anger sticks and doesn't falter. "Please" she scoffs. "If you keep me for much longer, I'll just figure out best to kill you."  She doesn't know if she's capable of that, and all signs point to a strong no, as of now. But she certainly hates him with his kidnapping tendencies and arrogant attitude. She can't felt her gaze falling on his scar as it contorts and moves. "Besides, it looks like someone already came close." She remarks, arrogance matching his own that she detests so much. Anger is a solace from the fear and the silence, something to act on, something to focus on. She wants to charge him, but the logical, cunning part of her knows it would be a foolish waste of a move. And yet.