Illyria makes another irritable noise. She does not bow to small symbiote-children, nor does she meet any creature's demands but her own.

"The principality was unhurt," she tells it regardless. "We had come to an understanding."

No further blows were exchanged aside from those generated from its audacity in attempting to wrest one of Illyria's few possessions from her, and the conflict did not last long. Illyria emerged the obvious victor, but even now that battle is long past. Whatever physical injuries either of them sustained did not last long.