Round 38

Jeane's wings folded slowly as she addressed Hera directly, her voice smooth but barely containing the irritation underneath. "Sweetheart—" She paused deliberately. "Hera, darling. There is no need for such drama. Abby has had a fright, yes, but we're all friends here." Her eyes stayed fixed on Hera and Silra, very aware of the rogue's drawn blade and complete focus.

She kept her hands visible at her sides, every movement calculated to avoid provoking an attack. "Silra," Jeane addressed the rogue with careful formality, "I assure you both that Abby is in no real danger from me..." The words hung in the air, a promise as much as a denial.