"Not so far," she says with a little smile that hints at how wary she actually is. That gives the lie to her entire composure. She can look the part of a Widdowson, even knows she has to. Because if she shows fear here and now, her enemies will pounce upon her at once and tear her to shreds. She has to appear to be an empress. To declare herself already victorious and continue on as if she believes every word.

"But... I don't think anyone's stupid enough to try anything here. Out there is where the real trouble is."

Away from Geap Manor, unprotected by the truly dark magic that ran through the house like blood, as if the thing had a life of its own. A beating heart buried deep in the foundation.

"Thank you for coming."