[she has just enough time to blink, startled but hopeful, for the doubled Leos, before the tentacles are rushing at her and her face locks into an angry, seething scowl.]

[ah. this game again.]

[she doesn't let the Night do the job, this time, instead just letting her Name blaze - the growling darkness of the Warden, that sprawling sky with all the stars held in its embrace - as the beast that holds it all inside bares its teeth, and snarls.]

["Another self-absorbed little problem acting up that I need to put in its proper place, I see. Fine then. Back down, you arrogant contagion, or I will eat you whole. You have no claim to my territory."]

And - [Catherine adds, aloud, perhaps needlessly,] I'll see to it that you only haunt his.