Phaedra shut her eyes. She really didn't want this to be happening, but short of physically harming Harry, there wasn't much she could do to stop it.
The trap broke, and Saerian smiled and stepped out of it. He nodded his head at Harry, and when he looked at Phaedra she immediately, instinctively clutched the dagger in her hand tightly. If she were human, her knuckles would've been white.
Saerian smiled at her. "I think you should relax," he said. There was a subtle push behind what he said. a touch of mind control. She didn't drop the dagger, but Phaedra did hold it down at her side.
Without a word, she put herself on the other side of Harry, placing him in the middle of the two of them. That wasn't a position she really thought anyone should be in, but if she continued to stand next to Saerian, she wasn't going to do well at this truce thing.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Saerian asked, eyes settling on Harry.