Zaladane laughed softly, shaking her head. The woman amused her at least, and she was pretty. There were schemes forming, and her people would need someone to follow with the loss of a physical, walking among them Garokk. That thought was set aside as she watched the other woman for a moment.
"I suppose you could. But, yes. If you don't regain your abilities, what then? Well, you could probably be released to fend for yourself. There are those out there who might find your body pliable enough to make a toy of it. Then there are those who would claim to be helping you, instead they would turn you into fodder for a war they've no chance of winning. You might ask yourself how is this different than what I plan? It isn't. Not very." The high priestess turned to examine maps again, her head bowed. Yes, Selene could have tried to attack - the high priestess had given her a few weapons even she so chose.
"Then again, I have made men gods, literally. I have held reign over the lands, and I shall again. I have done many things, and perhaps it is my place in life to continue to do them. What is that bird...the phoenix, yes? From the ashes more glorious? Eh, no matter." Her lips pursed as her magic finally found the technical, the mechanical - the unnatural, but she wasn't ready to remove it just yet.