With the demons dead, Inyrra's swords simply disappeared into thin air (well into the magic storage of her gloves actually) and she pressed a hand to her cheek. Damn that demon, it ruined everything! She saw them looking at her and just stood her ground, panting softly from the exertion of battle. Her tongue flicked out over her lips before she stooped to grab the hat. Gajol's words stung more than she let show but the disappointed expression stung more so. She managed to bite back the angry retort. She was not angry with the barbarian but with herself.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"I took no pleasure in lying to you. I have learned through much bitter experience that my kind is not well-received and for no other reason than the 'virtues' of my birth I have been accused, accosted and generally reviled. I did not lie about who I am or what my purpose in joining you was. I simply omitted<i> what </i>I was. I do not expect any of you to understand."</span>With that she fell silent. This part was not new to her. It would only be a moment before friends turned away and she was cast out into the world alone. Maybe it was for the best and if not at least it was familiar.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>