Lethe would find the dramatic power of her tirade somewhat hindered by the fact that it was directed at a little girl nearly crying going "OW OW OW OW!"

The sudden appearance of fire, and not normal fire, but witchy-blue fire that reminded her of the catacombs and shadow temple and and and generally, things associated with Veitaru's deepest fears, inches from her face caused "The Sly One" to give a girly scream of "AAAAAAAIIIEEE", stumble/jump backwards and trip over a rock, and thus send the back of her head careening into the side of a stone tombstone.

This left the small child rolling on the ground clutching the back of her head, crying "OW OW OW OW!" over and over. This course of events meant that when she would have gotten Frore the clothes he needed, that did not actually ever happen because she had been frightened and hurt herself before that happened.

"How am I supposed to know who some Goddess is! I'm not called Sly one or whatever for going to church." She whined as she started to get over the shock of the immediate pain, but still hadn't gotten up from the ground, holding the ouch.

She leaned up, still holding the her head with one hand, "Ok ok, I'll get you clothes. But I'm not stealing." Her eyes hardened slightly. Or, well, she still looked scared of the fairy, but she TRIED to look tough.

Pulling her hand off the ouch point she examined the slight bit of blood in her palm, and with a quick self conscious look to the others, quickly lapped it up with her tongue, looking slightly happier about the situation, though self consciously glancing at them. Apparently Vei enjoyed the taste of her own blood?

As the final member of the Graveyard Quintet showed up, Veitaru turned her head, tongue still at her palm, "Uuhh?"