She caught him avoiding his own image.
The maleficar seemed to be desperately evading the tarnished mirror she had taken to preening in front of, as though he feared his own face. This, of course, seemed absolutely ridiculous to the Crow, and Lydia took it upon herself to set everything straight. She stepped forward with the same confidence she carried while hunting, directly approaching her former captor. He seemed to notice her at precisely the last moment before she reached him, but it was too late for the elven blood mage to avoid the hand reaching for his shoulder. "Lydia, what are yo-"
"Shut up," She ordered, but her words conflicted