[ There is a flare of fire in her eyes, a glint of anger - though not directed at him in particular, only at his ignorance of her own abilities.

That is no fault of his - after all, he had not lived too see her age, grow, become what she is now. That thought douses the brief flicker immediately, leaving only a soft sadness on the edges of her hard, dark, beautiful eyes. ]

I will see if they have left already - if not, I will join them. They are not the only ones who know what they are doing, mio Padre. Stare fermo, that the creatures will not find you.