[ Good question. He's only seen one person get more than a verbal slap on the wrist so far, and all things considered the punishment doled out hadn't been too terribly grievous. Out of proportion for the crime committed, in his opinion, but Emet-Selch had walked out with his life and limbs attached.

Given the near god-like tier everyone in Achamoth seems to place the Regent on, he really would have expected worse. ]

It depends on the severity and their mood at the time.

[ He glances her way momentarily, frowning. ]

You shouldn't be in any danger though.

[ Trying to imagine this meek girl angering the Regent is like imagining a small field mouse scampering up to him and then swallowing him whole. Possible, but highly unlikely. But he supposes he'll find out once they arrive. Which, judging from the looks of things, should be soon. Standing back up, he adjusts the pack more tightly onto his shoulders. ]

We're be heading to the Citadel now.

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Have you done any sort of teleportation before?

[ Does she need her hand (literally) held? ]