Salathiel blinked, somewhat caught off guard by this sudden verbal tirade. Already a little socially off kilter, he took several steps back in the wake of the single-minded counter-attack that Maeve brought to bear against Salathiel's earlier remarks, the smile vanishing, and an evidently uncomfortable look gracing his face for a moment. Under the mortal's surprisingly fierce glare, his own golden gaze moved away. For now, he decided it would be best to restructure the manner in which he interacted with this summoner.<br/><br/>Collecting himself as best he could, Salathiel replied, his voice a tad unsteady, "V-very well..." the angel paused momentarily, before continuing, "I shall do as you desire. If you thus wish to save your... mother, then I can accompany you to her. Though I am not one of the most powerful angels, I do possess knowledge of certain magics that would heal her accordingly..."<br/><br/>Analysing his own words as Salathiel fully recovered his wits, he realised just how much he'd been seemingly cowed by that intimidation tactic.<em>O-of course, I'm not going to become that barbaric mortal woman's lapdog. She'll have to try a lot harder than that! Me, one of His illustrious holy angels, falling to that level? Pah, what foolishness...</em><br/>Not that he'd say any of this aloud, mind you. That in itself was telling enough in regards to the effects of Maeve's outburst.