Still furious, Brinn gave up and released the spell. She felt only a marginal drain of energy, as she had been unable to finish it, but realized that even that small amount had hit her hard. He was right. She wasn't thinking clearly.<br/><br/>That didn't mean she wasn't still furious with the thief... but she was starting to see it wasn't worth the effort in teaching her a lesson. She was left, then, with a rather awkward moment. Her natural reaction would normally have been to storm off and find something productive to do while she calmed down. That, or she'd have figured out a way to vent her frustrations, often by blowing up a boulder and reducing it to powder. This time, she had no option. Her anger simply... stayed.<br/><br/>Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she was behaving like a juvenile, and that she was over-reacting, and also making the knight's  job all the more difficult... but at the moment, none of that mattered. She was angry. And she was going to stay that way.<br/><br/>With an injuriated grunt, a very ingracious sound coming from a woman, she scooted around, adjusted the grain of sack that was leaning against a crate beside her, and lounged back against it. Her arms folded behind her head and she stared at the sky, ignoring both of them. She forced herself not to say another word, trying desperately to think of a way to distract herself. It was the only way she'd be able to make the anger fade.