Eurikova watched as Jules found himself in a predicament, a hooded woman drawing him close doubtless with intent to feast. That probably qualified as something important enough for her to intervene, but hte invisible naga felt no particular need to rush- Jules was a big boy, and he could handle himself while Eurikova made sure that when she struck it was a devastating blow. Instead, moving as silently as she was invisible, the naga moved into position behind the hooded figure, waiting for the right moment to strike.