"The only true rule is the rule of strength," Auniira retorted, glancing up at the human. "Had I been slain here, then clearly I had not the strength to survive. The demands of strength would be served." And the edicts of the Raven Queen as well.

"Still, it seems as if this one either was sent, or has chosen to have pity on me." Any other time, Auniira might be offended by anything taking pity on her, but perhaps this is a sign. And the cleric isn't about to disdain a sign from her Goddess.

She stood again, and the Murkrow winged its way up to her shoulder, settling there and looking rather smug about it. Claimed. Clearly.