Her expression is one of deep concern as he lays the foundation for his alleged crime, although she can't help but flinch when he speaks of Micolash spitting in his face, a little burst of outrage flaring in her chest. After everything that Abysa has done for him...!

The moment passes quickly as the situation is explained, and her anger turns to sadness and a deep, churning worry. She does not blame the demon for taking matters into his hands, for forcibly restraining the uncooperative scholar. But Micolash will. And perhaps this Dark Temple of which Abysa speaks.

"Abysa," she says softly. "I'm so sorry..." She fidgets with her cup of tea, turning it this way and that on its saucer, trying to find the right words to comfort him. "When faced with such hostility, I'm not surprised you reacted as you did. I don't think anyone of your own species -- or any species -- would have kept their cool after an evening like that." She taps the table nervously. "How long can you keep him asleep? What do you think will happen when he wakes up?"