Aneira narrowed her eyes, cutting glances between the women and the called who was apparently called Jason. She took a few deep breaths and her ice daggers melted away to nothing. The girl slowly lowered herself to the ground but she remained tense, still not fully trusting either of them. She especially kept her eye on the boy, not knowing what he was capable of as well as she just simply didn't trust him because of the fear that was installed into her from a young age, the fear of the Heretic.