As the door opened, a half-naked woman covered in blood and healing wounds crouched on the seat, glaring out at the servants who were only attempting to follow orders.  She was weak, but still stronger than the average human, and her power flowed out from her in waves as she bared snarling teeth.  If she thought herself capable, Candra would have shifted and torn their throats out.  As she was now, she merely braced herself in the back seat and dared them to try and take her.