"Why do you think I am outside the fortress, Illhar'dro? Surely it's not because the view." Shamsayid snapped back with a quip, her eyes still dead set on Napheto. "People are growing bolder and bolder against the Vals these days. Think what you must. I've got a clan safety to answer for, unlike others."
Her eyes shifted so slightly to the other beldrobbaen, bent on coddling the children. Amateur. Sometimes one needed to give the fist. "I will decide when it's enough, Lady Cherrai. And for your information..." She paused as she swung her blade back in her guard position. "I'm going easy on the brat. Had he been an adult, I'd have smashed his ribs with my plated fist until he spat blood and said he was sorry.Are we clear? The clan cannot afford leniency."
She then begun to walk, her back turned to the kid finally. "So be it you, and your lies, kid. If there was a caretaker around, he would have jumped in and identify himself, lest the situation would be worse. Hence, I will punish your caretaker in your place because he has failed to keep you in check and keep your insolence in check, not to mention not obeying your elders. Congratulations, kid, your caretaker's next hours will be made miserable, I assure you. Because I'll find who you are." She casted a last side glance to the kid as she resumed her patrol.