When he lets that anger inch into his voice, she leaps to her feet and gets right up in his face. Like, nose-to-nose, and she brings her hands up to grab his arms in case he's going to try to get her. She's surprisingly strong, holding him in her grip as her sage-scented breath gets right up against him.

"Of course you're not, that idiot you call the Protector does plenty of hurting and murdering for all of you. And he gets thanked for it! Gratitude! Celebration!" She suddenly pushes him back, releasing him and stepping back from his personal space.

"If you're really not gonna let them get hurt, you're gonna get killed. He's going to kill you." She says, because she's seen it.