She has him, something pulls sharp and quick in her mouth. A flash of teeth that might be a smile. Savouring on her victory. Should she tell the Countess - or perhaps he should relay. But it's more genuine than that. It will be good to have a weapon again, and soon.

"And the other women of the camp will be allowed to volunteer as they feel capable?" Her last want, then. "Waste not, after all." Her last little push, now that she has him down, so to speak.