With physical bindings in place, Fio no longer had to maintain the magical ones, allowing them to dissipate into blue lights. Her entire body sagged with relief, small shoulders shuddering slightly as she gulped in air for a few moments. It was a freeing, refreshing feeling, given how difficult it had been to rapidly switch between and simultaneously maintain that many spells in such quick succession. Not that she couldn't have kept doing it, of course. Far from it. But instead that it was simply taxing.

Less relaxing were the words of her new captive, and the fact she felt that all too predatory gaze travel over her body and linger in certain places.

"I-I'm plenty tall," she shot back, eyes narrowed, "Besides, it's not as if anyone would expect [i]you[/i] of being a monster who perversely twists living things into abominations for the sake of nothing but experimentation, so I don't think you have any room to criticize anyone else."

And yet, her hands did shoot up reflexively to cover her chest. She wasn't... she was a mature lady! No-one with a rational mind would mistake her for anything else!

But this was a Fomorian, so of course she'd say silly things like that.

Looking away sharply, the small witch rose on her somewhat wobbly, slender legs, taking a deep breath as she did.

"No," she responded flatly, to Luna's question, "But we should be able to learn something from her, even if she won't talk."

Indeed, there was more then one method to discovering information.

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