Aeotha felt small under the gaze of Eibhear. Her questions and statements had not been unfounded. Of course it was wrong to deal with the dark, no matter what shade of black it wore. Maybe she followed the teachings too coarsely, or thought of them as such. Anything in the Underdark was evil, but not everything in the light was good. Was that fair? But the teachings, the whispered words in her head. The song that filled her when she was using her magic.. She could not ignore them right now. Her eyes turned away finally and locked on the Drider who was so much nearer now.
Her dark gaze leveled with the thing that was no longer a Drow, but some kind of beast. A huge spider, and a drow.. melted together almost. She felt sick to her stomach, could taste the bile at the back of her throat, but she did not pale, or turn green. She did not grimace, or look away. She just stared at it. Could it have turned on all of them? It could have. Just as any of them could have decided that the creature had done it's duty and slayed it. Released it from it's pain.
She wanted to release it from the miserable life it led. Not only because of what blood, if any, ran through it's veins. But because she could see a cursed life. A wretched life. With no purpose but to aid which it hated and make deals with.. with them.
If she were not an Elf, if she were a Drow, their mission would be just as wicked and horrible.
The thought stung, she should not think that way. Though a Priestess oftentimes tried to put herself in someone else's shoes for a day to see how hard it was to walk that path they did...
She could not do the same for Drow. She could not think kindly of them. She could not sympathize with any of them.
"Fine." Was all she said. "Then we go." It was not her place to order any of them around, and she would not, but Aeotha made herself as ready as she could to step into line with them as they moved down into the underdark. They would need her light. She could not turn back.