[Sieglinde, for all she had been able to play the witch act, to be wise and mysterious and powerful on the throne in her manor, surrounded by her domain and in a position of knowledge... her expressions play out too plainly on her face, her body language, how stiffly she holds herself, knees locked, hand fisted tight in the scruff of fur around her familiar's neck, Isengrim half mental support and half physical where she stood.

It wasn't like she relished in this- she, too, wished they would not fight. Even if he had attacked her in his frenzy, Koltira had saved her in Nalawi. Achilles had saved her in Zeta-12. The two were equally important in her eyes, and she did not wish either injured... but-]

Trust in you has nothing to do with this!

[Protested, because she would stand here and stop anyone who attempted to interfere, no matter how strong, or wise, or upset. It wasn't about that at all-]

This matter is between the two of them, and the sooner it is settled, the sooner we shall have a better peace! It is not your place, nor mine, nor anyone's to insert themselves in a battle such as this.

[One she understood to be grounded in both ideas of honor and pride, mixed in with the explosive touch of love recently sundered. ... a potent combination.]