Byrdann looks at her "Oh no.. if it were up to me I'd throw you nude before the crowds, hair shorn with the edges of your own cold iron, the words 'Harkson's Whore' etched across your bare breasts with the same iron you would have used on us, while crowds of the common folk threw refuse upon you, rotten fruit being the least offensive.. leaving you to wonder if you were about to be torn apart by the mob limb from limb.. chimerically, of course, so when you awoke from your mortal memory, if you ever did, you'd find yourself shipped to the seediest bordello in some third world shithole... having been a slave as much as they. Siding with seelie? No. Answering to a seelie? YEs. And how grateful you should be I am"