[Potential 3. Insecure]

[I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRY!] Anathet all but shouts into her own mind space. She nearly shouts it out loud, just barely holding onto the need not to reveal herself in the Seneschal's palace. But sending her thoughts in the face of that Gorgon-esque onslaught is like trying to shout across a field in the middle of a hurricane. 

She accompanies her apologies by crawling backwards as fast as she's able, back behind the pillar and then up another level, carefully, curling in on herself behind a statue of the Seneschal or some ancestor of his holding a book in one hand while his other, outstretched arm points at the horizon in an epic pose. It's really too much for highlighting a ring of bookshelves, but then again this is the central dome of the most powerful Annunaki in Babylon (save for [i]gods[/i] of course). 

[I'll be a good girl, I promise, I'll stay right here out of sight, far away, okay?] Her mind flashes back to those first memories she had inadvertently shared with Tia in a rush, her childhood embarrassments and fears bubbling up when her own self-confidence was waning. Maybe that's why Tia was being overprotective. 

[...Who are [i]They[/i]] she asks, after a moment, putting the same stress on it as Tia did. [Do you mean the Seneschal and his ministers? Or the god who's visiting or...someone else? Why can't I be brave until whoever they are is gone?]