"Will you swear it threefold that you will not use the power here to cause sorrow and grief, defending your home I can accept but if binding the power to you results in more sorrow then I refuse to be an instrument of your empowerment." Fiera smiled a hint. It was an old myth and perhaps entirely false, mere superstition, but she believed a Fey made to swear something three times could not break that word, it was binding. It could be just old superstition, but she hoped the fey would appreciate the old custom.<br/><br/>"We have not said we agree." She looked back at Quinta and Alphonse, but then looking up at the bound woman higher and their surroundings she continued. "However, it is clear that this place is suffuced with magic, strong magic at that. While we have been given a rather... harsh view of you... it seems that you might be very much the 'lesser of two evils', at least." She paused for a short instant. "And even the 'evil' mentioned could simply be conflicting ways to view the world. What this woman has been through could shatter a lesser mind easily, so I understand her sorrow and anger but it still makes me wary as well."<br/><br/>Fiera's eyes were narrowed, but silently she then reached to shirt's hem. "However, should you be willing to swear, and I feel fairly certain that you speak no falsehood, then ... " She looked at Vash'ti and Quinta. "... I'll consent to assisting you." She truly hoped she would not have to regret it. She was not among the most adventurous of women, she did not consider herself a prude but Quinta was the only person here she had really come to know for a longer while, and even then she had to admit that even if the thought of the warrior woman had entered her thoughts on some lone hours she had not really considered it as anything more than a passing thought for a charming companion. Alphonse was a new person for her to know, and she knew little about the halfling. Though he seemed a fellow that was willing to put himself at risk to defend his companions. Tak, Tak was still very much an unknown factor to her. She felt a little prejudiced, and ashamed for that, but she reminded herself it was probably not a rare prejudice to encounter among humans or elves.<br/><br/>Most of all however, Vash'ti herself was a truly frightening stranger. She could find herself wary on the nails alone already, but what's mroe she felt suitably intimidated that a coupling on such a magic-rich location might result in interesting aftereffects. Interesting, but not necessarily all benign and beneficial. Nevertheless, she was at least entertaining the thought.<br/><br/>Still holding to her shirt's hem, she slowly pulled the shirt off of her, exposing the cotton resting under the tougher fabric, the light brown shirt making way to a grey wrap around her modest chest. Fiera was not the most buxom woman, enough that she might flirt and not get mistaken for a boy but she was not by any means a buxom elven beauty extraordinaire. Her fingertips rising to tug on a knot behind her back, she sought to release the wrap, casting a look at the others in the group.<br/><br/>She was still not sure of things, but it seemed the major consensus was leaning towards this at the time being.