With the fairy's nausea cured, his offer to escort her having been made, Xarithe turns his attention towards the others once more. A look of disappointment crossing his face as he sees there had been little progress made in dealing with their captive. Gorun had at least taken the amulet for his own, Eiyre seemed to have finished searching her over for any and all items of interest, and Albali was making rounds, prodding the others with a wand of healing. While Turilia simply stood there taking up space. This alone would not bother Xarithe so much, where it not for the fact that she had compromised their shot at gaining any information before the battle, had put the entire group in danger with her actions, and now she offers a cold shoulder to the very woman whom had mended her wounds.<br/><br/>Xarithe motions to Sira to come to his side, and as the giant snake weaves her way through the party, she would freeze behind the feet of Turilia, eyes narrowing as the great snake rises up to hiss menacingly at the human. Xarithe seeing this, rushes over to the snakes side before their party numbers one less, "Back away from her!" he calls out. Most would assume him to be instructing the snake, the animal, but in this situation it was the exact opposite, for Xarithe did not see Sira as being in the wrong. For there was clearly something about Turilia that set her off, something she did not seem to like.  Brushing past the golden eyed woman, Xarithe takes the snakes head into his hands, cradling it against his chest as he gently caresses it, shushing to her, working to settle the powerful beast. Hissing as he speaks to her for a short while, "It's your scent....it's not right.....perhaps it was your encounter with the mantis......" he informs the woman. Whether this was simply the smell of the mantis lingering on her, or something else entirely Xarithe could not say. Nor did he have the time to investigate further.<br/><br/>Stroking over Sira's scaled flesh he realizes that her wounds had been healed, "Albali, you really didn't have to, I would have mended her wounds......thank you, if there is anything I can ever do for you..." he states while looking to the witch, for the snake was a holy animal in his eyes, and to know that she took the time to expend charges from her own wand simply to heal her, why it was more then enough to earn a smile of admiration. Xarithe would not dwell long on this however, as soon he is pulling out a length of rope, making his way straight for the druid as the other hand draws a wicked looking sickle. The metal dark, the blade thinner then most, sturdy and thick, rounded on the outer edge, sharp and pointed at the tip, seemingly designed as both sickle and meat hook in equal measure. The handle was carved in a similar fashion to most of the items possessed by the oread. Crafted into the head and neck of a serpent, whereas the curved blade would serve as the serpents body and tail.<br/><br/>"Let us see what information this one has to share with us shall we?" he states as it seemed he was going to take matters into his own hands. Xarithe stepping past those gathered around the body, grabbing a handful of her robes, only to punch his sickle into their base, cutting a slit along the length of the garment,  to quickly remove it from the woman's body. He hoists her into a sitting position, working quickly to remove the armor, tossing it aside. A quick flick from his blade removes any and all undergarments, leaving the corrupted woman completely naked. It was clear to any who where watching that Xarithe had done this sort of thing before. After all this procedure was used in order to prepare those living meals for Janice's consumption. With the rope he proceeds to tie her ankles together, ties her wrists behind her back, and then a final touch to tether one knot to the other with but a single connecting strand.<br/><br/>With his preparations in order he proceeds to rouse the unconscious woman, giving her a few moments to come to her senses.....before drawing her attention with a caress of cold metal, tracing the sharp tip of his sickle along her cheek, leaving a thin line of blood to shimmer to the surface in it's wake. "Your allies are dead and digested, you've failed them, failed your master, I suggest you make peace with him......now tell me to what end does your cult capture children? Tell me this and you may yet live, so that you may have the chance to redeem yourself in your master's eyes." Xarithe states not wasting anytime. His hope is that she would spill the name of her patron at the very least.  Regardless of her answer Xarithe instructs Sira to attack should she try anything, and would be ready to step away at a moments notice, should anyone else wish to try their hand at interrogating the woman, or should Ambrosia wish to venture into the woods, Xarithe would be ready.