Julian stood on guard nearby. He had held his lance at Imach's neck until he managed to confirm the man was not one of the enemy. When he turned his attention to Mode again...well he fell sorry for her. It was a very bad idea to do it, but...he tells himself she had other useful information. And there was stuff he couldn't quite ask without raising suspicion. Yes, that was right, he wasn't sorry.
"What do you want to do with her, sire?"