**“You’re still not listening to me!” **Liaena snarled straight back, although without the volume her voice would normally possess. Another glance towards the sleeping Naliyah meant that there were no secrets regarding the reason for that. “You are **NOT** going! End of!”

“……”

A silence fell at this point, with the girl giving Sharon the nastiest glare she could find in lieu of shouting any further. The High Elf pretended not to see it, opting instead to give her that peaceable smile that was doing an excellent job of getting under her skin._ “I should’ve just knocked him out”_

Studying Sharon with the eyes of a predator, Liaena was forced to conclude that there was a lot less available bare skin to dart-gun than when she was pitted against the stripperific Night-Elves. In addition, he was also watching her carefully and Liaena was inclined to think that he had more than a passing suspicion of her current thought process. 
_
“I should have brought him to the Cathedral with me. And **then** knocked him out”_

“Liaena? Sweetheart, we need to leave”

“I KNOW THAT! IT’S **YOU**, THAT’S MAKING THIS HARDER, BECAUSE WE ARE WASTING TIME WITH THIS!!” Liaena exploded back at him with a vengeance that could never have been anticipated from Sharon’s placid words. In truth, it appeared that just about anything the High Elf said could have triggered an onslaught from the over emotional girl as she stabbed a furious finger at him. “I don’t care about your reasons! Or your magic! You’re still going to go to the Cathedral, and you’re going to stay there, or…”

“……..”

Unable to think of a particularly effective threat as the seconds dragged on, Liaena felt her shoulders sag with an emotion that felt suspiciously like it could be defeat. The girl could feel a persistent burning behind her eyes as she looked up at him miserably. “….**please**”