There's only a beat of hesitation before she follows through with what she's asked— the answer is obvious to her once he spells it out like that. Her eyes flick to meet the retainer's, and, just as predicted, the encasement grows, traveling over their chest, their shoulders, the tips of the fingers and up the expanse of their arms.

As if in a trance, she doesn't stop herself— it's the retainer flicking their eyes away in fear that halts the continuation of the spell. There's not much else they can do, anyhow — they're petrified from the neck down, unable to move.

"So that's how it is. Do you think they'll die if I go all the way?" Her words are blunt, nearly morbidly curious, and probably not ones the servant wants to hear - but she asks regardless. "I don't want to get in trouble..."

Perhaps it's telling that that is her main concern, rather than the potential of extinguishing another life.