It is not that she's been unaware she goes to bed with monsters, and that this particular monster had a body count that was unprecedented, even by her standards (Hyde had lacked the longevity, to begin), but seeing the calm ruthlessness show its face--

It should frighten her.

It doesn't.

For some reason, some twisted reason in her mind where she responds to violence like it's lifeblood she won't actually take, it's reassuring. She has a hard time raising a hand even in her own self-defense, and although she can manipulate and massage social situations on a level virtually unlike anyone else's, she doesn't know if she can defend herself properly, here. She's gotten in over her head, which is an apt comparison, considering she nearly drowned earlier in the day. Hasi rests her hand on top of his on her shoulder.

"Yeah. He can try," Hasi echoes, rising to move toward the bath. "It might be a good idea. Wards. The arrangement. Not even just because of me, but...in general."

They were planning something, the Candlelighters.