The life as the leader of a rebellion is one of sacrifice, Sonja knew this well when she took the mantle of leadership upon her slim shoulders. The appearance of the girls stole Sonja's breath, as she struggled to smooth out her face and pinched lips. She did not try a faked smile, but she did manage to compose her face into a semblance of neutrality.<br/><br/>"Don't you both look beautiful.." the Sorceress remarks, more out of wanting to keep their smiles on their faces as she swept ahead, toward the door that the guardsmen entered from. Her fingers were clasped together in front of her tightly, onlookers might suspect it to be simply bridal nerves, though in reality it was simply a gesture to stop the trembling that the anger dictates.