What was wrong with killing a serpent? It was small. Drawing attention to herself would only be a factor if bringing down something of a decent size, yes? This was relatively small... Certainly not anything in the range of a lion or bear.
Very soon, both parties seemed to be staring - or glaring - at one another like each was the one at fault.
Ahh... Of course. Nalia knew what the problem was now. Obvious, really!
"You shall not have mine. Slay your own," she instructed. The reptile in hand being brought up defensively, as though Abbey was prone to try and take it from her.
With that debacle out of the way, or so Nalia assumed, she glanced down and retrieved a stone, heading to the nearest available hard surface. Whether a wall or some sort of open-air table, she cared not. Only that it was somewhere she could splay open her prize while she-
Hmm, thought!
"What's the name... 'Briareus', isn't it?" She asked, as if the human girl would actually know such a thing. Hand holding the stone aloft in preparation to cut into snakeskin. "The one with fifty pairs of hands... I'm sure that's it."