Forked tongue tasted the air, finding that Arcan's very presence had faded from the room like hoarfrost under the sun. The animalistic part of the mind wanted to relax, to deflate now that the immediate threat had disappeared. But the more human part of Verdant forced the tension to remain, knowing that presence meant jack shit when they're still remaining in the djinn's seat of power. Just as easily as he disappeared he could return, and if they separated or merely lowered their guard it could lead to some deaths right off the bat.

She hissed, hating how the other side held all the initiative.

[b][color=#38b000]"Overstaying our welcome."[/color][/b] The serpent spat, with perhaps a bit more venom than intended. She paused, breathing deeply as some of the more overt transformation receded. She's still scalier than the usual form and the tail uneasily flicked left and right, but at least the teeth was normally blunted rather than needle-sharp now. [b][color=#38b000]"Uh, sorry bossman. A bit high-strung. The curator... find offense at Jazdia's existence."[/color][/b] Another pause, Verdant intently turning to look at Jazdia in a gesture that asked for elaboration should the elf felt like it. [b][color=#38b000]"And we find offense at the ensuing murder attempt! Hence, we should leave. As fast as possible, yes yes, please and thank you."[/color][/b]