She would be standing there, calmly waiting for the others to finish about their business of interrogating the captured cultist, and then be on their way when she’d hear the angry hissing sound from behind her.  She’d turn, and stare at the snake.  It would be the first time the others see that mask of indifference and arrogance slip as she stares back at the snake in utter surprise.<br/><br/>Her mouth would open slightly, eyes widen, and she’d even take a small step back as her eyes met the unblinking reptilian glare.  Then Xarithe was there, comforting the snake.  At his words, she’d give a jerky nod, and move farther from them, her eyes locked on the snake for a brief moment longer, before she forced them to stare off into the woods, allowing her hood to hide her expression from the others, though there would appear to be a sag in her shoulders that wasn’t there before Sira’s reaction.<br/><br/>In her mind, her thoughts race over one another.  Had it been the scent of the mantis?  Or had Sira sensed she was not wholly human.  Was it because the snake wasn’t natural, or was Turilia’s condition worsening?  That last thought was what filled the magus with fear, and made her breath ragged.  Hearing that ragged breathing, she’d force herself to slow her breathing, taking long breaths as she tried to calm herself.  No matter what the reason was behind Sira’s actions, it made no differences to the present situation.  She’d keep her eyes on that snake of Xarithe’s, but she refused to worry about what she had no control over while her attention was better served elsewhere!