Esme bolts upright, falling of the couch in a tangle of dress, wings and hair.
Esme: AHHHHH!
She stumbles back, lifting up her skirts to unsheath the knife she keeps in a holder on her thigh. She holds it out at Molten. She looks angry and strong and ready to do whatever she needs to survive, but despite all of this her hands tremble a little.
Esme: STAY BACK!