"You are wrong, Cthylla."  Yet another voice entered the conversation.  It was Ronin.  "Letting my faðir live has made me stronger.  He teaches me.  Helps me grow.  I love him, and he loves me."  Her voice dropped to a growl.  "No matter what you say, no one will harm my faðir.  Not if I can help it."  Counting on the fact that everyone knew of her weakness with fire, she concentrated and summoned a tiny wisp of flame, just like earlier.  "You see this?  Yesterday, I could not conjure flame.  Today, I can.  Because of faðir's teaching."  With a disgusted look, she turned on her heel and left the throne room.