Meteion skitters in, wringing her hands. She doesn't speak yet, not so much as a whisper, but it does seem to have upset her to hear Liem call for the Achamites' death so readily.

She bears them no love, but they were only doing what they were commanded to do...

"You have us at your mercy. And what Liem says is true...but is it also not true that these soldiers were doing what they were ordered to? I am not saying it was right, but they might have families to consider and protect. Not everyone is in thrall to the Regent."

Even she gets thin-lipped at speaking the name, because the bird certainly spares them no love, now. If she had ever done so.