Mouse put her hand to her forehead. Hoy, oy, this was not going at all as it should, and Talion seemed to be hiding himself. She shot him a look, trying to say with her eyes that she was going to give him a bigger shadow to hide in. Of course, Looks were a means of communication notoriously susceptible to transmission errors.<br/><br/>"I don't care for being put on the spot like this, but you have caught me," Mouse shot a look of grudging acknowledgement at Wavecrest.<br/><br/>Throwing back her cloak she stood tall as she could, her shoulders back, not a shrinking little Mouse but a fearless leader of men. "At the request of Lady Wavecrest, a beautiful flower who has never seen the dawn," the golden mark on her forehead lit up as bright as day, and her eyes were steel. The golden light spilled out of her, reflecting against the gems and refracting against the water, throwing light all around the throne room. "I present the dawn! I am Hungry Mouse Gnaws Through Lion's Bonds, once the Sword-Saint of a false god, now Champion of the Sun. With my right hand I strike down our oppressors. With my left I heal the scars they have left. Pray you need neither."<br/><br/>She looked severely at River, "I have not come to do harm, nor to deceive you. It would be poor repayment for your hospitality, would it not?"