“Don’t you – _**you don’t get to walk away from this!**_” 

Liaena seethed furiously at Sharon’s departing back as the High Elf strolled casually out of the room. Running to catch up, she darted around the elf to block his path just as he was about to reach out a hand to open the bedroom, to stab a finger at him with her eyes flashing dangerously. “You don’t **GET** to patronise me, or treat me like a child! Now **LISTEN TO ME, DAMN IT!**”

“Zzzaaww, Rithy…ooos got a frowny face, mmh? Zzzzzzz…”

Having been just about to open her mouth to scream at Sharon again, Liaena stalled instead to snap her head towards the bed where Naliyah had stirred, rearing her butt up into the air before settling down again. 

“ZzzzzZZzzzzz….”

As the elf’s snoring filled the room again, Liaena found a lot of righteous fury had drained away from her as she looked back at Sharon to give him a black, but much less dangerous glare. “That’s the whole **point**, Sharon. You need to stay safe, because if you don’t, he wins”

“….”

“Look. This mission tonight – it might not go according to plan, okay!?” The girl hissed finally after a long silence, casting a furtive glance towards the window as though some Night Elf might be passing by and hear her blasphemous words. Hester, perched on the ledge, simply gave her a bored look in return. “We don’t know what’s in there, or how many guards there are, and we’re flying in blind. I’m not saying it _will_, but you can’t come with us because if this goes south, we need someone to keep fighting him! That someone’s you, and playing the hero is a lot less important than stopping Sherpa going on an ‘unholy rampage’, as you put it”

Having had her eyes locked on Sharon throughout this entire speech, Liaena folded her arms across her chest as if daring for him to object as she looked up at him. 

“Which is why you’re going to the Cathedral tonight. There’s people there that know the situation, and you’ll be safer than staying here with a load of pissed Night Elves. Are we clear?”