And then Shade's observation and chiding tone flared Aeylisia's temper once more, her Tenuis grip on calm slipping. She glared down at the forest floor inches away from her face, resisting a secondary temptation to whirl on the human.

"and you think it would have been better for my father to have allowed himself and my mother to be slaughtered in the guise of etiquette, Waiting to receive names and birthplaces of the men wielding axes?" She asked heatedly, tensing her muscles despite her resolve not to attack. "that may have been proper [I]etiquette[/I] in a proper battle scenario, but I bet if you had someone rushing at you ready to cleave your head from your shoulders, you'd be asking no such questions," she growled, clenching her hands into even tighter fists.

A small part of Aeylisia's mind had taken a step away from the situation, despite her temper, and was looking back on her memories of her brief time in the clearing. She pushed through the uncomfortable recollection of the smoke clogging her throat, the blaze of the fire, the worry in her mother's eyes, and tried to focus on what she could recall of the bodies of the humans that had Lane crumpled on the forest floor. She took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then released it in an explosive huff. "... They wore plane garb. No insignias, no armor." The elf finally said in a clipped tone, closing her eyes against the headache that pounded in her temples.