[If only she knew anything about the bible... but "biblical" is a word with no meaning for her.]

We may count on it. He swore to follow us.

More than that, he--

[Alisaie breaks off for a moment, a hint of the terror and uncertainty that had held her last week taking hold of her here and now. After a moment it passes, and she shakes her head before reaching up to Taf, perched on her good shoulder.]

He knew what our daemons were. What would happen if he killed them. When he ran his blade through my shoulder... he was aiming for Taf.