Tamrissa breathes as Fei speaks, tempted to tell him that she doesn’t like the idea of setting Zera free at all and that she would like to see the girl dead too…mostly because it hurt so much to see the spiteful bitch live while Jihon and Kawanua lay dead. Yet, she keeps her doubts and true wishes to herself. This is one decision she intends to be firm on. Zera is more than a handful when she isn’t watched carefully and a constant eye is going to have to be on her and Thisas both, but if the woman can be turned for the better she would be very, very useful.
And what Fei does not realize is that she is only trying to secure their future with these bonds she has created with Gulver and now Zera. Both are good at killing and not afraid of it. If they are loyal to her, it takes two potential threats off of her shoulders and they will make perfect weapons once she wins them over. Perfect weapons to go with the allies and friends she has already. Yet it will not stop here, no matter what Fei says. There will be more allies and more weapons…more defenses…they would never again be caught so off guard…
Despite having so much intelligence, the man does not take into account that something could happen again…no matter what kind of power and influence they both wielded. And being so weak in his emotions and his will when it comes to her, it is strange to see that overconfidence in his power. It is something else that is beginning to get to her and make her wonder why she cares so much for him.
The frustration with him has lessened since the sharing of blood the night before, but she still feels anxious to prove that they need to be apart for a while. She needs to prove that they will get along much better as two individuals rather than as a pair. She hopes more like. Being permanently attached could prove difficult and less than appealing…at least control is hers when she is in her own possession.
As he fades away, she hardly has time to wallow in the emptiness left behind…

The Kurusunami stays up on guard as one shadow dissipates and a darker one appears.

“This is enough! How many more conflicts must we have today??”she backs away from the Nightmare, trying to keep her terror hidden as the thing sends it off in waves.

The sense of fear does not disappear with the figure’s assurance that it was not there to harm any of them. Her eyes go to Soul Reaver as he finally speaks about actually going to wherever this…thing…came from. The thought of moving even farther away from the Umbra…away from Fei…makes her insides clench with dread, but she fights it.
She calls to the spirits to bring her some supplies when she finally pushes the feeling away. And as the others move towards the Warp Gate, she turns towards Peterson and raises her brow.

“This is unexpected, but very much appreciated,” she smirks at his salute and gives a small bob of a curtsy in return. “And we will be going with them. As soon as your Commander brings that wretch back we will follow. I want to keep an eye on…”

She frowns as she watches Gulver walk through.

“Damn him…”

Peering out from the corner of her eyes at Peterson, she gives a wry smile.

“Might I state my first order?” her finger points to the gate. “Gather whatever belongings you might need and follow them in ahead of me. I need you to tell Gulver that the rules have changed. He must ask me before leaving my side from now on. And if you could perhaps help me keep an eye on him?”

She turns slightly, expecting that the marine will do as he is told, and allows a spirit to slide a back sheath over her shoulders. The Kuru is placed carefully into it, the sheer size of the blade looking almost comical on the small woman. Her left shoulder is then weighed down with a satchel and her hands are free.

Cameron, we are in need of the brat if you are quite done with her, she reminds, faintly wondering if perhaps he has killed her or at least thrown a few punches.

Her eyes go to Thisias and she waits...