Stopped suddenly by the hand that buried itself in her hair, Mohini let out a sharp cry as she was brought up short, her motion suddenly brought to a halt. Mohini fell stiffly still, kneeling on the floor and staring up at Anastasius. She didn't know whether to answer his question or not, the woman had told her to remain silent, was this some kind of trick? She took a deep breath and let it out, her eyes closing as she did, forcing her body to relax. She lowered her arms and her tensed muscles uncoiled before she let the lids of her eyes flutter open once more to look up at the man, saying nothing, but simply staring at him, awaiting his next action.