If Lucressia saw the momentary distaste, she said nothing. After all, her own eyes had darkened briefly, and she had bitten her lip. As twisted and warped as her own personal views on morality were (and as they had been for her entire life, in fact), there were some things she remained firm on. This, this was one of them.
Crows sometimes tried to justify their acts; they used various arguments, and even in her short life Lucressia had heard most of them. Stability in politics; fairness in commerce; most frequently, simply because they deserved it. She had always held to a darker notion, that everyone died and it did not always matter that much how or when, but just now, she found sympathy with the view that many targets of Antivan Crows acutely deserved to die at their hands. This one, she had already decided, most certainly did. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she turned to look down the hall, debating something. Her eyes went back to Elsa. "... What is in that direction?"
She paused, weighing her options. She could not use this mage as bait, not if this had been the woman who directed him towards the sleepwalking girl, although, perhaps… "Populated areas? And, your apprentices wear, what color again?"