She turns on him, as he starts to shut down her argument pre-emptively, and pokes him in the chest. "I'm not upset with you for what the demons did. They're demons. That is what they do. I've lived near the Abyss long enough, and in Faerie all my existence, to know that your mortal standards of morality don't apply to outsiders. They simply don't. I've seen the fae do similarly horrific things, kidnapping hundreds of mortals for their own entertainment, leaving them as bad off as if the demons took them."<br/><br/>"What I<em>am</em>upset about is that you didn't have any<em>control</em>over this situation. That you let it flare up and occur out of negligence. You can't afford a foolish mistake like that. You did well handling it, but you shouldn't have let it happen in the first place." With that, she turns back to the armory, as if nothing had happened, apparently considering the matter resolved.<br/><br/>She picks out a full set of equipment, arms and armor, to complement her skills, before turning back to him. "Now, I know I'm not an equal to you in combat skills. I want that to change. Raise me to a ten-tail. Or higher, if you can manage it. I intend to fight beside you, from now on."