"You change your mind a lot, don't you."

"Don't think I didn't catch your approving glances, there, gorgeous."

But yes, after the wolf.

The wolf has made it past the bear bouncer security! She knows where this child's parents are and she is taking her to them right this instant and only dewolfs when she gets there. If this is alarming to the various tieflings then good, they should be alarmed.

"I don't need to tell you how phenomenally stupid that was, do I," she sighs to Arabella, once she can talk again. "Locke, Komira, can one of you go get Zevlor? Because your daughter just started a damned shitstorm that we did not need."

Yeah Arabella is just sobbing now, and her parents look appropriately terrified. Locke is hugging her but Komira looks at Ivetrielle and nods. "I'll get him. And—thank you. I, I don't know what I would've done..." She shakes her head, bows to Ivetrielle, then goes to fetch Zevlor, walking past an anxiously waiting Mattis and Silfy.

"Quite the spectacle," Astarion says. "Unnecessary, though, I would say." He extends his hand towards Ivetrielle. "Hi, Astarion, these are my friends Shadowheart and Lae'zel. Lae'zel wishes to test your mettle in battle."

"Fuck off I have neither time nor patience for your narcissism."

And then she gets to ignoring him. She will instead be talking to Locke, whose opinion she actually cares about.

"So, you heard what happened from the shouting, that she tried to steal the Idol of Silvanus, yes? Well, that happened while we were arguing about whether or not Kagha is First Druid, since Halsin was left for dead. For proper context of the size of the shitstorm."

"...that seems bad," he says. "I don't... I'm not really someone who thinks about these things."

("Weren't you meant to be good at talking?")

("This is under control," he says, drawing his hand back and folding his hands behind his back.)

("Doesn't seem to be.")

("Under her control, and now is not the time for you to display your personality.")

"What does that mean... for us?" asks Locke, ignoring those three.

"The... person who wants you out the most has a credible argument for being in charge. And is now armed with a very good reason, that will convince just about everyone on the fence about whether to throw you all out or not, and not in your favor."

The man is a tiefling so he doesn't blanch but he has the kind of facial expression one might associate with the word. And here are Zevlor and Komira.

"Child, what have you done?" Zevlor asks, which causes Arabella to cry even harder. He sighs and places a hand on her shoulder before turning to look at Ivetrielle—and then at Astarion. "You. I thought you a friend—"

"Nah uh this isn't about me talk to the druid."

Sigh. "Thank you," to Ivetrielle. "I'm sorry about the trouble she's caused, you didn't have to help us in this way but we are in your debt."

"Great. I am calling in that debt to say you absolutely need to make reparations and apologetic sounds to Kagha right this instant. Think of real actual concrete things you can give the druids that make up for risking, among other things, their entire damned food supply. Because that is what just happened. And, and you really, really need to get your pack of feral children under control, I don't exactly want them all thrown in literal prison but at least they would be alive in there. Whereas this could very well get you all killed, especially with Halsin still gone."

"...food supply?"

"The Idol of Silvanus is the center of many druidic rituals," sighs the shouty druid. "And while yes stealing it would prevent anyone from casting the Rite of Thorns that my aunt so helpfully pulled out of her damned arse, it also is the center of other, more mundane ones that we do regularly. Like the Rite of Regrowth. That we have been using regularly to grow the food necessary to feed ourselves and you while we're all trapped in here together with goblins and mindflayers and gods know what else outside. So. Yes. The entire damned food supply."

"Oh." He looks away, then says a very quiet but forceful "Fuck." before looking at Ivetrielle again. "Apologise, you say?"

"Sorry, hi, excuse me, I need to interject here a moment."

"Apologize profusely, prostrate yourself if you have to, make real actual tangible concessions, and yes, what do you want now you self centered prick."

"He should not apologise, actually, that would go awfully, are you quite certain you're related to that woman?"

"I thought the hair color and temper would have given it away. And I think it'd go better than challenging her after I went and had a shouting match in front of everyone, yes. I'm sorry, what's your experience of five minutes of getting my aunt to not murder people got on my half a decade? Your reasoning?"

He lowers his voice. "My reasoning, darling, is that at this moment she is itching for a reason to hurt them. She is angry at you, she is angry at them, she just had her power challenged loudly and publicly by you—which by the way instantly forced every other druid here to start having to align themselves into proper sides in case it became a power dispute between the two of you—and I provided her with a way to graciously exit without losing face but she still wants to take her frustration out on something or someone. She wants to feel in control right now. And given all of that, if anyone goes to her to ask for something she does not want to give them she will deny it to satisfy that deep, primal need for control.

"Is my analysis of her out of character?"