The way she'd taken the blade was as if she had every right to, she'd meant to confuse them. Act as if she'd been given explicit permission from their fake God and perhaps her boldness would be enough to convince them there was nothing awry or amiss. It was a method she'd use many times to steal. If you take the object naturally with no attempt to conceal the act, it's usually left unquestioned or even noticed. Especially given how the slaves since their arrival back here had acted towards her. She was clearly important if for no more reason than he favoured her.

Vala completely misjudged their reaction though and clearly her own talents. As casually and swiftly as she'd taken the dagger she'd started towards the sunken pool. The staff weapon that knocked her legs from under her wasn't even slightly anticipated. She was floored in one swing, the pain from the blow too agonising and sudden to stop her scream.

"What the hell was that for?" She grimaced, teeth gritted against the pain after she was over the initial shock.