<em>The paladiness shakes her head, gripping the cold iron bastard sword in her hand, biting her lip as she kneels down beside Snapdragon, lightly stroking at the nymph's hair.<br/><br/>"None, unless you count a blade. I'm able to put more force behind it than most, though... I think it should suffice."<br/><br/>She glances up to Ceres still biting her lip, heart rent with compassion, before turning back to the nymph and, after a moment's hesitation, plucking the soul gem from her hands, readying herself to deal with what consequences may come of such an action, if Snapdragon turns her wrath against them.</em>