Rebecca rolled her eyes when Alexina decided not to kill the vile slime that had executed the raid. She was a pacifist, at least to a point, and killing unprovoked was bad enough, but what they had done to the child was beyond reproach. If she were running the coven, they would all be bound to stakes with silver shackles. No death would be torturous enough for them, but given the nature of the assignment Alexina had given them, it was a fair bet at least some would not be coming back. She went back to the castle, stopping by the library. She had work to do, old friends to speak with. Time didn't stop for the dead.


Saen quickly slithered away from the other dispersing witches. She wasn't happy with herself, and needed some time to think. So she went to the place she always did when she wanted to be alone for a little bit- the rose garden in the castle courtyard, for which Medusa had named castle, coven, and herself alike. The lamia stretched herself out, feeling the warmth of the sun on her scales. This was better than seeing the coven turn on itself- but then again, there wasn't much worse than seeing her friends literally at each other's throats.