Only the drider physically shows her displeasure with the situation, snarling silently at Draiss. The other two merely keep a humble look, heads bowed. "We serve as mother wills," the priestess says, noncommittally. "If that means following the commands of her ally, then so be it. Even if I may not like it, it is her will, and we are her children." The psion subtly rolls her eyes, but says nothing, and the drider merely spits on the ground.