"I'll kill her." She didn't know what to say, but that seemed like a start -- to go with what she immediately thought. "If she so much as treads a toe out of that prison, I'll shoot her through her eye before she has a chance to bat either of them in your direction. Oh, Wesley, I'm so sorry," she murmured, her voice serious, though it cracked on that last word. "I'm so sorry. I wish I...I don't know, that I'd gone with you and not been a bird."