There wasn't a chance that the woman would give the beast a inch, she wasn't going to easy on the pain she was inducing into the very brain members of it. It's suffering was well earned, the slaughter it had done last night, and nearly gotten the death of a younger female, it deserved it. Though as her silver hues lingered over the creature there was a catch in her breath, making her pause and her power to ebb. Cocking her head to the side as she watched the change of the beast return to a humanly shape before her eyes now.<br/><br/>"You... the drunkard..."<br/><br/>There was a slight bite to her words as the man or beast started to fade out to sleep, this was one of the moments that Tri truly hated her job, coming to a choice.  Once the man was sleeping Tri moved, going to the far wall of the shabbling shack that was called a home, or a prison it seemed. Pressing her back against the wall she lowered down to sit outside of the cell. She was planning to wait for him to wake, and to give herself time to decide what she would do next. Her hand came up caressing the side of her head were a ache was slowly starting to form from prolonged use of that mental strain of power. Her teeth were gritting together as she leaned her head back against the wall waiting, thinking... even a edge of wondering. With a glance around the room, she was more certain now then before that she wasn't going to find ad rink here, or food for that matter. She was hungry in a sense, but there was no chance in hell that she was going to get up and walk off, and chance the beast doing much the same.<br/><br/>Life was a true bitch...