Inyrra's expression mirrored that of the priest as her swords bit into his flesh. She knew immediately that the wounds would be fatal in seconds and she cruelly twisted and wrenched the blades free. Instantly the blades both vanished and despite the niggling little doubt in her mind she was afraid for Aya. Even if she was jealous over Inyrra's looks like the voice had whispered to her she could not bring herself to hate the pretty elf. She still tried to keep one eye on each of the people and she tried to fight the feeling of being trapped. Seeing the healing start for Aya she breathed a sigh of relief and her tail still lashed back and forth in agitation.<br/><br/>At Gajol's insistence on continuing the mission she nodded tersely but made sure that she would be behind the large woman when it came time to move.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>