Her death had hurt her, of course, but the majority of damage had been inflicted on her sense of pride. She should have been more cautious, perhaps, but she was glad that Braxiatel had been thinking. That there was potentially something for her to do.

"How?" she asked, with a certain bloodthirsty eagerness in her voice. It would involve care and cunning, she was sure of that. But if she could aid him in any way, she would.