He glanced behind him, looking at her with the orkenbane scar showing, the 'Y' cut around his left eye, and simply stared at her. "Right now, I am at war. This is how it has to be, and I will apologize for worrying her before I head back out. Right now, though, I need to be getting ready. And don't pretend that you have never done something to worry your daughters and followers. They are not stupid enough to believe you sit on your throne and stay in your temple all day. They know you leave, but they can neither catch or voice their concerns. Which means they probably worry even more than Vorela does."<br/><br/>He smiled, and pulled a third nova from the storage dimension, along with two more firestorm, a blizzard and acid flood grenade as well. He then split them into three piles, before pulling up a map of each settlement, and placing markers where each one would be buried. Not very subtle, but it would definitely get her attention, and considering the number of ways he had set these particular ones to go off, hopefully she wouldn't try to tamper with them. If she did, oh well, casualties of war. He examined the placings, the grenades spread along the outskirts of town, completely covering it in the elements, each grenade enough to obliterate one of his hovertanks, and the nova in the dead center of town. After a moment, he smiled at Ama, though it didn't touch his eyes. "What do you think? Will the placement of these be enough to get her attention?"