The Sentinels good morning, worm, your honor

That's not for you to know, she thought fiercely, and her mouth opened to tell him just that when a memory bloomed suddenly in her mind. She remembered what she had told Yew, in the bloody aftermath of her torture, and the faintest of smiles lifted the corner of her mouth that held no scars, her eyes becoming almost dreamy as she stared back at Iliksis. "Molag Bal," Maegi said, her voice firm, definite.

She drew herself back up, squaring her shoulders. "And I am Peryite," she continued, tilting her head slightly to one side, as if examining him carefully. In truth, she did not see him; her eyes saw nothing, suddenly, but the machinations of her own mind, completely detached from the situation. Focus on the man again and her resolve would fall apart once more.

"My murder doesn't come through battles and blood. It comes slowly. Sickness. Sores." The smile on her face was completely at odds with the icy tone of her voice. "Touch me again and you will die a slow, painful death." She doubted it was enough to drive him away entirely, but perhaps it would buy her time to formulate a plan, a way to escape and make it back to the isle in one piece.