[She remains tense, but stands her ground, not moving even as her hand comes to fully rest on the dagger, which is drawn when Janine turns back to her.
But it's not pointed at the dino, instead just firmly in her hand, pointing downwards. A warning, not a threat. Her eyes slide over the body, swiftly, trying to keep that head in the corner of her eye.]
A necklace, maybe.
[She won't turn her back on the being, but she won't refuse to equip them with the much needed defence against the fairies, either. Nobody wants a being like that in the hands of a fae.]
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But it's not pointed at the dino, instead just firmly in her hand, pointing downwards. A warning, not a threat. Her eyes slide over the body, swiftly, trying to keep that head in the corner of her eye.]
A necklace, maybe.
[She won't turn her back on the being, but she won't refuse to equip them with the much needed defence against the fairies, either. Nobody wants a being like that in the hands of a fae.]