Shadewood You gonna finish that?

At first, when the two men chastised her for stepping forth to aid in the riddance of the feline (not that she could blame the creature for its actions, but surely with spring on the way food would have been easier to come across), the empress' lips had curled downward into a deeper scowl, but following this she simply blinked in confusion. She'd never been cast away from dealing with particular situations due to her state, and it had knotted her brows together - perhaps Gwen was simply so adapted to doing things herself, that to have somebody tell her no, was a bit of a punch in the gut. Usually she just got on with the job, regardless of her body's protest, no matter the circumstances; nobody had ever told her to take a rest, or anything of the kind. She had never expected them to.

Clearly Raziel wanted none of her involvement in defensive matters during her pregnancy. 

Her watch faltered, eyes fluttering slowly before her figure dove to slip off into the treeline without another word - though a fraction of her mind was vexed at the idea of doing nothing while the others chimed in to help, she didn't want harm to come to the children she bore. So she'd go... do what, exactly?