[... Ah. Elsa shudders, because she knows what Cass is referring to when she says again. She still has nightmares about those terrifying months when Ryslig was haunted by the poachers, after all. She remembers how broken she felt, after they'd cut and carved pieces out of her. She'd never felt more like a hunted animal than she did at that time, and it's one reason why she's so wary of all these displays of supposed monster superiority. After all, if people thought they could hunt and dominate them once before, what's to stop others from trying the same, once they became too fed up with how much the monsters tormented them?]

... It wouldn't be your fault. If anything happened to me, I know you'd fight tooth and nail to protect me. Just that's comforting enough.