She was unprepared for the lightning reflexes of the Paladin, and in her current state, would have been utterly defenseless had she followed through with her attack.  She was at a loss as to why she would be considered a suspect in the murder of Lord Calistorn, or how this woman knew of her gift.  It took a moment to realize the answers.. Lord Calistorn was head of one of the merchant houses, and it as likely more than just Lars knew of her 'condition'.  Even had she not been in such a state of duress, she would not fight one who came in the name of Silverymoon, and the Trade Merchants.  She holds out her arms, wrists pressed together, offering no resistance.  She tries to blink away the tears forming, but to no avail... all she had worked so hard for these past years was quickly flowing away.  Her status as a weretiger was all the people would need to brand her a monster and sentence her as guilty.  "I have spent nearly half my life serving as caravan scout, and never have I taken a life aside from brigands, bandits, gnolls, goblins, and orcs..."