"I didn't."

"Ma'am I said less lying, not 'pretty please double down.' There are legitimate reasons why a young lady might need to kill someone to defend herself, but you're making them less an' less likely."

"Uh," says Seelah, "why are you so sure she killed him?" 

"The injuries he's got match with the rapier she's got. And her injuries look like someone realized they were being stabbed and made an attempt to defend themselves. And she was... staring. At him. Not in a 'I just watched someone die and am traumatized' kind of way, like, like a cat that was sad its mouse stopped squeaking."

"She doesn't read Evil," Seelah says slowly. 

"That's not nothing, but there are ways around Detect Evil. You'll notice I'm not advocating for her execution or something. I'm asking her to please stop lying to us."

Camellia's expression flickers through "uncertain" for a moment--briefly enough that those without darkvision probably missed it--and clasps her hands and begins, serenely, telling a story of a spirit of old Sarkoris, corrupted by the Worldwound and the violence it brings, and how she has decided to name it Mireya and interpret its rancid vibes as "kill enough people and I'll tell you how to close the Worldwound." 

“…. Ah huh. Well. Bit of advice: don’t do that. Is this spirit attached to you, just hanging around, bound to an object, or….?”

"The ways of the spirits are often mysterious." 

“They sure are. Don’t know, then?”

She shrugs. 

"Is it...possible to not read as Evil on account of being so disconnected to reality that you're not considered responsible for your actions???" Lucea mutters, loud enough that her three companions can hear it but soft enough that Camellia--wait, shit, possibly can too, half-elf. 

Veron gives a subtle headshake.

Then, to the half-elf:

“Well, can I look you over for signs of possession? If it’s in you it might cause problems, later. Or I could maybe figure out which way it went, so we can avoid it.”

"No thank you," she says, stepping backwards. 

"Ma'am, if there's a spirit in you, then the faster we get it out, the less damage it'll cause to you."

"Fine." 

Veron has, by this point in time, regained enough of his strength to manage to get to her to inspect her for signs of possession without too much assistance.

Okay but what if, instead of that, stab. 

Huh? How would she do that without a rapier?

What. What the fuck. 

At this point however it is VERY CLEAR to the paladin that this is NOT a misunderstanding. So, uh, yeah, stab. 

Ahuh.

Well, he's still a bit shaky, but this is in fact the perfect setup for a sneak attack. He's not at his best, but his not-best is still good enough to slip around and give this very distracted woman an ever so gentle knock upside the skull. Nonlethal, because there's a paladin, you know, right there, being his distraction. This sort of thing is just respectful.

Lucea, who is not a paladin, decides that this is an excellent moment to begin relieving the other woman of her stuff. 

When the necklace comes off Seelah flinches. 

"Evil," she says grimly. 

"Thought so," sighs Veron, sounding terribly disappointed. The threat handled, he'll just have himself a nice little sit, how about, wow was that knockout weirdly tiring. The looting's being handled. He'll step in if it looks like Lucea misses anything, but she's doing fine.

"We don't have the resources to drag her off to prison or turn her to stone or something, do we."

"I'd be shocked if anyone has the resources to drag her off to prison, with the city filled with demons," Lucea says gloomily. 

"Yeah." If he still had Ex-Enserric, he'd see about absorbing her soul with it, since being a sword is likely to be better than whatever afterlife this person is going to get, but. He sure doesn't have that anymore, does he.

"I can get her if we're all agreed, just, uh, give me a minute. I'm really not at my best today."

He does in fact seem pretty winded, for all that he did hit her once.

"No, I've got it," Seelah says, stepping forward to deliver the coup de grace. 

She sighs sadly. "Damn shame. How people can run around murdering each other when there's demons around I can't imagine."