<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Tavia pushes herself up from her leaning place, keeping her hand on the stability of the tree, head hung and teeth bared. “You think I don’t care..?  You think I’m just a killer..?” she says in a low horse growl, her chest heaving. She looks up slowly, anger clear in her eyes and directed fully at Lairee. “If I didn’t care I would have left you all on the beach.” She takes a slow step forward then another as she speaks again, her voice growing slightly in volume. “What is it to me that we all got shipwrecked here?” Another step forward, voice growing once more. “I found a boy, hardly more than a toddler, dead on a beach, with a spear in his back. Even if he had been killed by a raiding party, that spear is identical to the ones that stabbed me. The ones these lizard men are welding.” Her eyes blaze with fury, all thought about where they are and the need to be quiet lost. “Don’t you dare tell me I don’t care about the murder of an innocent child! Fine, I killed. Fine, we don’t know if these creatures are the reason for that child’s death, but all the evidence so far point that way!” She steps forward again, bearing down on the monk in her rage, her body heaving and breath ragged. “Don’t you DARE say I don’t care! You have no idea who I am or what I feel, so don’t you DARE say I don’t care!” She slams her fist into the tree next to Lairee.<br/><br/>Tavia is quite for a moment then, body still shaking in rage and emotion. Removing her hand from the tree she hung her head, still standing close to the monk. “I’m sorry. We fucked up. I fucked up.” She walks to another tree and sinks to its roots. “They fell too easy. I expected more of a fight.”