There would, after a moment, be a soft growl from the human.  Hands gripping her staff tightly, eyes glowering with growing impatience as she watched the spectacle.  She had no problems with waiting while things were getting done, but this?  It was getting down right ridiculous!  Well, that just meant that it was time for her to speak and try putting a stop to this spat, "Her concerns are hardly negligible, Xarithe.  Binding a shape changer in rope is a waste of time, as she's said. While I will agree your," she'd pause, golden eyes flicking to the large Sira, "snake should be a suitable guardian, I'm uncomfortable with leaving a magical enemy behind." Those eyes would gaze over the bull, "I'm sure he'd be a good 'prison' for a mage, should she try anything."