Seeing his eyes change and the confusion on his expression, hearing both Nathan’s and the other man’s words, Abia could only sigh and loosen her grip on Zataire. She looked down with remorse, hating that she lost her control like that. She doesn’t blame herself, it<i>was</i>her home, and the destruction was beyond unnecessary, but still, she normally didn’t act that way. Unless under the influence, but she didn’t have even a single sip of a drink that night.<br/><br/>No excuses.<br/><br/>With a little more resolve, she decided to heed the advice of the two men and let the boy go. She turned her head towards the shadow man, whose name she still had not yet gotten, and nodded her head. “Thank you,” she looked to Nathan as well, “both of you. I feel lucky to have the two of you staying here when all of this happened. Your kindness is well appreciated.” With one more sigh, just one more to calm her nerves of whatever stress remained, she strode up to the man who offered to walk her back upstairs. She didn’t feel she needed the escort now that the danger had passed, but she did not wish to bruise the man who only wished to help by denying the gesture. She gave him a tired smile. She was indeed exhausted. The night had lasted far too long.