Still focused on the druid... but a foot or so to one side, unable to estimate where she is clearly... "Too slow. Children that know the Truth will make us stronger and give us leverage for converting the rest." She shifts again, more at ease as the pointy tip is further away from anything immediately fatal. When the questioning goes towards her master, she swells- taking strength in a helpless situation from her god, "He is the strongest god. He freed us from our chains, the chains of being imprisoned in one form- through him and his gifts, we<span style="font-style: italic">grow</span>and become part of his glory." She grins. "One day, all will know his gifts, and all will be peaceful and joyous forevermore."