Peony's lip curled in disgust. "A swift knee to the balls or knife to the tip of their piece oft sets their manners back into check and cools the passions. Wouldn't be the first brute I'd had to remind that I am not livestock for claiming." Though she be little, she is mighty and utterly unafraid of a fight.

She didn't mind the arm around her shoulders and even brightened remarkably at the question about her patron. Ah, her favourite topic of obsession. "I act in her interest. Routing cultists, defending feylings like myself, bringing acclaim to her name and bringing light and joy to all I can." A bit of chaos was livening to the spirits after all.