"I do not believe anyone dies in these things," Anais said with a shrug. "Well, perhaps the Ahura if he is particularly unskilled." And she hoped that would not happen here, to be quite honest. She didn't trust the Ahura as far as she could throw him, however. He was still a berserker, after all. Still, the Spenta had told her he trusted him, and she supposed that was good enough for her.

Anything else she might have thought to say, however, immediately disappeared the minute she heard shattering glass. Anais turned, staring intently at the window which, unfortunately for her, was now broken. Slowly, very slowly, she turned back to look at Lynea, eyes narrowing.

"You will pay to replace that window, Lynea." She was not getting a choice in the matter. If Lynea was capable of breaking a window, she was perfectly capable of replacing it. Tough love, Lynea.