Zavakri's prepared mystical might surges-- but fizzles as the climax swiftly becomes anticlimax. She tenses, eyes bright, only to hold that tension as Illig proclaims his usurpation. Then, her tenseness slowly fades into a queer relief and awkwardness. She coughs once, then lowers her hands into a limp and energy-less state at her sides.

"...Er...Yeah! Cheers, mate, you did it. Glad to be of service. It's good to see...er...evolution and...ah...progress come to the state, cor, double good it is." She contributes with verbal gusto despite her suddenly exhausted-seeming physical state.