Blackfeather Woods and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower

It is the tundrian prince who is first to arrive.  He cows before the voiceless woman but his eyes eventually fall, and she meets the iron of his stare with a steely coldness perhaps too bold for her situation.  She has no business to look at him that way but there is something about him that causes her ire for Niamh to pale in comparison.  She cannot stand him.  But she doesn't have to, not for long.  Mou is quick to show, then Maegi.  They are all looking at her in defiance of their listener; she corrects them swiftly with a ferocious growl that fire did not think she was physically capable of making.
The crackling energy of Relmyna's building ire does not go unnoticed.  Fire cannot see the words that she mouths but she know that they have hit their audience to the core.  
It is not Mou that speaks, but Maegi.  She isn't surprised.  But the young Melonii is wrong.  This stopped being about herself and Mou as soon as she'd been thrown into captivity.  There is no misunderstanding in taking prisoners.  Fire would have war, and she would take their blood herself.
But for now it would not be wise to speak of this.  She can still see nothing of Relmyna, but she can catch the husk of her voice.
I will escort her home.
A shiver runs down her spine as she settles her gaze on Maegi, pleading.  There was one way and one way only she would conspire with the young Melonii — she and Mou would have to escort her to the Redhawks, not the listener.