[Once she's sure she's safe, Seviilia takes a front row seat to watch Khisanth kill the...whatever it was. She's crouched, axes now loosely in her hands and an accomplished smirk on her face. She had only seen the Frostwyrms kill a few times and they almost always went straight for the vital spot. There was never any fanfare or stealth, and the pray was rarely large.
Exsilium was a curse on itself, but things like this occasionally made her glad to be here. She won't say that.
She'll also make a point not to bother Khisanth until she's finished her meal, focusing instead on picking pieces of dirt and grass off her armor that had lodged itself there when she had dove away from the malformed creature.]
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Exsilium was a curse on itself, but things like this occasionally made her glad to be here. She won't say that.
She'll also make a point not to bother Khisanth until she's finished her meal, focusing instead on picking pieces of dirt and grass off her armor that had lodged itself there when she had dove away from the malformed creature.]