[ Her smile is... polite in its fanged nature, sharp, restrained. Like she often is, but never at the extent of hiding the truth about herself. ]

It has its uses when you're a ruler, strangely enough... and I am becoming acquainted with how Vor treat the thought of such things. It is a little... too anaemic for me. I was trained since I could walk to the weapons of my people.

[ Bloodless, not right. We don't risk our women in battle. ]

If they cannot fight, the other option left to them to protect themselves is simple if their homes are taken. They put themselves to the flame.