She takes two precise steps away, a very deliberate preparation for what may need to happen to teach this creature its place.

"It is beyond conquest," Illyria murmurs, a reminder to herself as well as the thing she addresses. Diminished she might be, smaller and reduced in power, but still she is God-King triumphant. Still and always she will be of superior being. "It is my right. This plane and all others I walk upon, they are mine. And I will teach my subjects obedience."

Pancakes hisses, catlike, in preparation for her mistress' will. If this principality will not submit, she will make it.