[ What she wouldn't give for time to study what he's doing, to interrogate his every move. But time is a luxury she can't afford, and action is required - before she succumbs to guilt. Before she curls up on herself somewhere and sends off messages of apology for what she did.

Before she craves that hot, cleansing shower she's unlikely to get.

She lifts her hand, cutting him off with: ] You have my explicit consent to whisk me away, there. Better?

[ The bangle gets wrapped around her wrist, a bit of a loose fit all things considered, and serving to remind her that she's not a jewellery person in Akhurras, or elsewhere. But whether it's placebo effect or blind trust and faith in Wrathion's magic, she believes it to be working immediately. ]

Thank you - it's the prettiest offering I've ever had.

[ The memories slam into her again, her expression crumbling for a moment, her regrets apparent on her face. ] Sorry, I've - oh god, I can't believe I was foolish enough to think I'd be safe from her, after Ke-Waicai...