"I am a god," Illyria snarls. "Do you recall the last time you angered me?" The principality, after all, is not human. She would miss this willing opponent if she were to meet it in battle again and subsequently defeat it, but perhaps the satisfaction of besting it would be worth the loss.

She looks at the thing in her shell's hand with complete repugnance. Now it will not stop making noises. She is certain this is the principality's fault in some capacity, though the specifics are unclear.