A violent stabbing of his eyes held Fern in place, pinning her without pretext of gentleness awaiting her response to his demand for knowledge, quickly racking her brain for a response couched to give an honest enough answer, yet keeping Miaren far from the filleting affect of those eyes, she swallowed hard, her breath barely gracing her lips as it passes through.<br/><br/>"I .. I..  I uh.. I dint..  I dint instruct nobody..promise"  Her voice trembling, comes out a huskily whispered contralto.  "I dint."<br/><br/>Barely moving,  barely daring to breath, Fern's eyes growing wider, the knife's edge of his countenance slicing a line directly to hers.  The ferocity of his gaze sets her hands to tremble.  Balling her small fists in a valiant attempt to quiet them, eyes blinking to bring much needed moisture back to them.