"It was trying to kill the ivory deer," she said, twisting the stone between its fingers. "There's a chance it would have moved onto trying to kill everything else in the palace. I told it to leave and it got hostile." It'd been powerful, too, as a painful jab in her chest reminded her when she happened to breathe a little too much.

As much as she liked the idea of gifting Isra the damn thing's stone to destroy herself, it'd be a waste. Something that powerful had to be reused; it just had to be made more useful. The Hand toyed with this idea for a moment; the idea of making it more compliant, training it to protect the very place it had tried to destroy.

She licked her teeth. "Try not to underestimate them. One did a good amount of damage to me and managed to wipe out Isra at the same time." Her gaze darted to the palace, and then back towards Obieth. "I have to visit Draco."

Aethril had some ideas. It may take a while, but... it may just be worth it, for Isra.

"Do you wish to come with, or stay and guard the palace?"

"Pollen will be fine," Aethril said-- and she was quite certain of this. The golems would take care of her if there was another issue befalling the palace, but also "we won't be gone very long." Draco was a quick trip-- in and out. If another rebel managed to try and slaughter deer in the palace, she'd be impressed.

Briefly, she twisted the gemstone in her hand. "It's best not to leave her alone immediately after telling her something's wrong," she continued a little more gently. "She'll panic and worry. Let Isra's golems do their job until we get back."

She reached out to rub her palm against the side of Obieth's ridged head before continuing on. "Come on."