At her better judgement, she handed the dagger over to the tiefling, who luckily doesn't immediately hide it or send it off to gods-know-where.  Least she seemed open to the idea of using the divine was not lost on the mage.  Least she was calming down too; Ylene was not fond of making enemies that she didn't need to, and she was letting her head get away from her, she normally was better than this...<br/><br/>"Outside?" she parroted, her brow furrowing, but then, she stopped, took a deep breath, and let it out "Okay... fine... I trust you... and I'm sorry for my behavior.  After we do this I'll be sure to make it up to you for having to deal with me in this state of mine.  You're not the only one having word problems today, clearly..."<br/><br/>She stepped out then, figuring this was just a woman used to getting her way around a 'slave' like her.  Wouldn't be surprised; seemed many of arcane talent tended to be a bit egotistical and elitist, and she had been a slave as long as anyone here had known her, and it'd been less than two weeks since she stopped being one, not of her choice of course.  Once the door was shut, she leaned against it, sighing, pinching the bridge of her nose.  The fuck was wrong with her?  She knew better than to handle things like this!  How could she actually do this if she couldn't keep her head straight?