Agnieszka blinks and trembles, opens her mouth wordlessly, and looks down at the dagger in her hand. When she looks back to Rhaena, her eyes are blank and terrible. The air around her crackles; there's the scent of ozone around her, and she is a statue with an awful, dark hardness around her edges --
"Do you --" she pauses, confused for a moment, licking her lips and taking a breath. "I -- I forgot what I was doing. I'm so sorry. Would you like me to cut you another piece of blueberry pie, my Lady?"