Syrisa tried to stand when the strong hand left its punishing grip on her head. Pain still surged through her and she had to fight down the waves of nausea. He icy blue eyes glared and the warrior, but for all of her arrogance she could not hide the fear in her eyes or the way she jerked back when the warrioress straightened up. She had to blink back tears as Emma called her weak. She tried to stand but the hand on her shoulder kept her in the seat. Her anger flared at the audacity of this simple, unenlightened wench. Who was she to say such things?<br/><br/>The feel of fingers touching her aching temples made her cringe but the light, almost teasing caress had her squirming in her seat. She scowled, trying to hang on to her anger, her rage at the way her protector treated her. She heard the apology, and bit her lip. This, this... commoner thought that she could be so easily forgiven. The gentle stroke of Emma's fingers made her almost let it go, but her bruised pride forced the anger to flare to life.<br/><br/>She jerked away from Emma's touch, rising out of the chair and whirling to face the blonde girl.<span style="color: indigo">"You think 'sorry' is enough!? You think that all can be so easily forgiven. I pay you to protect me from other thugs like you, not to accost me when you find me humor not to your liking! Y-You are nothing... I-I could destroy you with a thought. I... h-hate you Emma!" </span>Tears streamed down her face at the last declaration. It was clearly not true. She was obviously just very scared of how helpless she had been rendered, of how easily Emma had reduced her to the slender young woman that she was under all that arcane power.<br/><br/>Energy crackled between her fingers as her anger reached a boiling point. Her hands clenched into fists and the energy dissipated though the effort of keeping control left the mageling shaking. When she tried to move to the door, her legs simply gave out. She saw Emmalyn move toward her and growled, well as much as a petite redheaded girl that had barely reached adulthood could.<span style="color: indigo">"You... y-you stay the hell away from me! I don't need your help... I’m not weak." </span>The last was said more as though she was trying to reassure herself than tell her guardian.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>