[She knows. Blanche would rather just endure it than have to waste more time than she needs, but she doesn't want to be a burden when the battle actually starts.

She sees that grin on Alaric's face and Blanche's expression shifts (not into a pout, a queen does not pout) a bit.]

I am aware of that, yes. That would be incredibly cruel to the people who hunt in these woods, and moreso to the animals them...selves...

[Something's fluttered into vision that cause's Blanche's look to be fixed on it--and you know, for a well read and educated woman, she startles and her gaze hardens at the insect.

A butterfly. A rather pretty looking one, but a butterfly none the less is just kind of fluttering into vision, and Blanche starts to...charge Miasma into hand...]

Perhaps some Miasma will get these miscreants out of our hair...!

[blanche. honey.]