Xayah rolls her eyes, "I've seen people trying to get her to take some responsibility for the carnage that happened. She just acted like a kid she is." Xayah's still not sure how she survived through that night, those several hours while the forest spirits rampaged. She felt so bad killing them, but she didn't want to die either.

The feather is very pretty and Xayah watches it until Crowley puts it away.

"They do. But I'm not going to lose to some visions," she huffs. The determination is there, but it's the strength to pull through that she's worried about. "I wish I could just sleep through it all," she mutters, curling her feather cloak tighter around herself.