Aery nodded to Celaena. "Of course. If there's anything else you need just let me know." She then yelped at the sensation of wind on her legs, pinned her nightgown down, and whirled to face Finn. "Just what do you think you are doing?" she demanded, her eyes that pale, crazy shade of ice that made most people tremble. "I could see you flayed and hung above the palace gates for such an act as you have just committed against me!" her whole body was shaking with a bizarre combination of fear and rage and shame. Still clutching her skirt tight to her legs she backed up a few steps, producing the thin leather thong that her silver dagger hung on. She drew the knife with shaking hands, pointing it at Finn.