Valehna looked betwen Mesaraih and Ester, obsering them as Tal began to question her. She was glad to have someone else backing up her suspicions. It had been rather annoying bearing the brunt of Ester's scorn.<br/><br/>"Maybe she's scared Mesaraih's mind will return to normal if we heal her blood magic cut," Valehna said, looking between Ester and Mesaraih.<br/><br/>Mesaraih rolled his eyes at Valehna, but walked over to Tal. "Let her go," he said. "And let's all stop pretending we're saints fit to judge what others decide to do with themselves. Sound good?"<br/><br/>Valehna shook her head. "It's not about being saints or even about being judgmental. It's about watching out for our own skin," she responded, her voice cold.<br/><br/>Mesaraih flashed an angry expression at her. "You came running to us for help, didn't you? This isn't how you're going to get it," he waved a hand at Tal, who still held on to Ester's hand.<br/><br/>"She healed my wound. That's it. Let this go," he said, drawing a dagger and idly balancing the tip of the blade on a finger. "Before anyone gets hurt."