[Nope, doesn't want the spot, wants to look at this situation here with the collar. She hates it Alex, thanks.

Sokie takes in a slow, deep breath, and slowly unhooks her finger from under the collar. But her hand is still close. Pressed just on the collar bone. It seemed once stirred, her ire was slow to settle.]

I would certainly hope they were a friend to do such a thing to you.

And miracle of miracles, I'm a witch too. So if you decide you can't trust them anymore, you can call me. Or, perhaps, a friend of mine, Asura.

You'll promise me that, yes?

[Because Sokie is a scary woman. That's why she should promise.]