“Your Majesty, I—” Thorax stopped, mouth agape and eyes widened as the pendant appeared to have an apoplectic fit and flashing with such rapidity to give a raver’s disco lights envy. “No, Highness, I swear it was—” Her excuses were silenced under further furious tongue lashing from her matriarch. “But if you just give me a chance to ex—” Thorax seemed to bristle and Handy thought he detected a touch of unguarded fear as her wrongful rebuttal was righteously rebuked and regrettable things had been said to her by her furious overlord. After that, she seemed to slump, eyes lazily studying the ground around her as she resigned herself to putting up with the dressing down she was on the receiving end of.