Caedrin sighed, watching without interrupting as the two conversed. Brinn had just regained both her consciousness and mental normality, and yet she was already acting as the same hot-headed girl she had been yesterday. It wasn't until the conversation turned hostile that he intervened; as Brinn started slinging a spell of some sort toward the thief, his still-armored hand immediately shot out, grabbing hers before it could fully extend and gripping it hard, giving a tug to pull it away in an attempt to stop the spell, or at least redirect it.<span style="font-style: italic">"Do you seriously think now is the time?!"</span>he scolded through gritted teeth, glaring at her disapprovingly. "You cast a spell like that now, and you'll be unconscious again for hours, if not dead! She already gave up, Brinn; she could have gotten away by now if that were truly her goal. Calm yourself, before I end up with<span style="font-style: italic">two</span>dead women on my hands." He waited a moment for any residual spell effects to die down before releasing her hand, not wanting her to immediately go back for another attack. The fact that he was forced to hold back Brinn rather than the thief was very unusual to him, but there was a sincerity in the shapeshifters words that made it easy to believe she really had no intention of running, though he was unsure if that sentiment would remain after Brinn's actions.