Calladia whirred indignantly.
"I may not bleed as you do, Ambassidor, but I am no less sentient. My Lord does allow us freedom, in varying degrees: one of us, Hetrimont, is completly free. And still it chooses to serve Alrinach."

The opal being gestured smoothly to Otako.
"You disgrace your companion in your outburst. You induce feelings of shame or embarassment. How do you reconcile that? You are friends, or companions, and still you hurt each other. Perhaps not intentionally, but by accident, by a series of small indignities that pile and pile and compound. How complex and nuanced your interactions are!"