Unlike her brother but perhaps that is for the better; she mentions the taste and I cannot help but smirk despite the tension I feel in those moments. And then she takes her leave, something I am grateful for as my eyes return to the pair in front of me. How curious that he cannot bring himself to lash out at his own daughter. Should I be the same? Should I be willing to let her walk across me if only because she was born of my blood? I consider them for some moments. Ah, I think he and I differ in many ways.

"He was trusted with a rank and he went against such trust." I state it flatly, her fury nothing but a flicker of a flame before me. I watch her, head tilting slowly as I consider the scene playing out before me. "Underidge is important to me. I cannot have him risking himself and the wolves of Glorall." Because at my core, I desire to bring him closer to me even if I have been forced to bring punishment upon him. Though truly it was not me that performed the punishment...his son was the one, no? His son chose just how much he should suffer, how he ought to be taken.

"Have I wronged you, Kamala?" I ask her though my eyes linger on Underidge for a moment before they are drawn to her. "If I have, how will you punish me? The power is yours to use as you see fit." After all, had she not claimed I had used my power wrong?