Moonspear her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs

Though she was surprised to hear Meldresi's words—Revui had trespassed? He could be thick, but she did not think him oblivious to things that did not require to be said—it did not show. Her features were impassable, even as he turned to face her fully. Was she a woman, here, or a weapon? It was relatively clear she was a terrific balance between the two. And what was he? 

A weapon. A kindred spirit, in that regard. It was a thought that came to her without the sweetness sentiment could carry, but her eyes flashed with the acknowledgment. But it was not his own hand that stayed the violence that came with such things. She wondered how Meldresi wielded him. Wondered if she was a suitable owner of such a cataclysmic thing. Mercy, indeed—if Revui had trespassed, that was what this woman must have shown him that day. He bore no telltale signs upon him that suggested otherwise. Only when Speedy had finished speaking did Hydra join the conversation. 

A pleasure, comes Hydra's own voice at last; it does nothing to diminish her, and her gaze shifts to Meldresi. You are kinder to strangers within your claim than we. Where is it you have settled? It should not happen again, comes her succinct rejoinder.