She watched him, wondering what it was he had spit out and why he was acting oddly. Was he twitching? No his head was just moving around funny. In the back of her mind she was thinking; great, I just helped save a paranoid junkie elf. Her thoughts shifted when he started to yell at her.<br/><br/>“Hey I didn’t ask to live here, I was born here. I didn’t even know about that stupid portal until I was eighteen. Even then it had been dormant, or locked, or something until you cam blundering in.” She let out along breath her fists clenched at her sides. The lights flickering in the house at her agitation. “Nothing had come in, or our since you arrived. I am sorry about your stronghold but I have to ask you this; did you lock it when you came through or is it still open? Can you even lock it?”<br/><br/>She paused a moment to calm herself the others watching her now. She’d pretty much ignored his last words when the elder spoke up. “Forgive the child she does not always know how to hold her tongue when her emotions run amok.” She said earning a glare from Abigail but she ignored it. She was calm and collected, wasn’t mad or threatening at all she just spoke to him.<br/><br/>“We built this house to protect the portal from those who wish to use it for terrible things on our side. We are after nothing, and no one. We are a coven of white witches, you have nothing to fear from us.” She had not moved toward him but had moved toward Abigail who’s attention was fixed on him again. The woman placed a hand on Abigail’s head the moment she looked at her, a white glow forming for a moment before the young woman began to fall. Her fellow witches were there to catch her.<br/><br/>“It was a precaution nothing more, when she gets in a mood like that it can draw in attention that we do not want. Her connection to the house is strong and when she gets angry the house reflex that. She will wake in a few moments and calm down but it will give us some time to talk.”