Despite her gruff words earlier and the emerald-cut instructions now mostly complete on the woman's chest, Albali's taste for torture is only slightly less soured than her taste for this elf beneath her. Once they have their first answers, her immediate inclination is to draw the tip of the sickle through the creature's throat and end this - preferably before someone decides they want to try to eat her. She has to suppress the desire to shudder again at that thought. But the rush of the battle has completely faded now, and with it the instinct to act, act quickly without thinking. The raven talons gripping her shoulder through the robes, finding their usual trail of scars to prick into, reminds her of what put her on this task in the first place, when she's gone so often in the past without involving herself in Kajaani's affairs. That, and the undruid's responses are alarmingly -interesting-, not just the pointless gasps of someone trying to save herself pain.  She lifts the point of her sickle, but not her knee.<br/><br/>"You... want to be ...better parents?" She blinks. "Couldn't you have simply begotten children of your own? Engage in certain not-unpleasant activities and they will practically fall out of you, if you are not careful. There must be more to it than this. Why these children, why now, if you didn't intend them for some ritual." She glances at her own 'ritual' in the elf's chest and thinks to smear through it, to make it obvious she will 'release' this ill-starred creature from it, but Ain shifting on her shoulder stayed her hand again. "Tell me of your Master. What does he want? Who is he? Speak plainly, as though to one impatient for answers."