Illyria watches the worm's outrage with vague unconcern. She is uninterested with the self-righteous anger of those beneath her. The principality no longer wishes to do battle, it seems. This is a disappointment. She was beginning to enjoy their violence.

"You forswore reason when you sought to challenge me," she answers. Her pet has risen to rub her head against her God-King's leg, an assurance of her health. "And you rejected mercy when your worm damaged Pancakes."