Of course it wasn't necessary. Watching Constans, Ashya was seized by the sudden, irrational desire to poke him, kick him, anything to make him show a spark of emotion. She swallowed the urge back, irritated, knowing pain wasn't emotion. Maker knew she'd tried that on enough Tranquil back at the tower, many of whom still regarded her warily when in the vicinity.
She shot him a pensive look at the last comment, wondering if that was a conscious warning or if she was simply being too paranoid. "I suppose it might not work if you've killed a few of them already," she said flippantly, waving a hand dismissively.
Inwardly, flippant was the last thing she felt.
Regarding Tranquility and maleficar, I am inclined to believe that the respose to such a request would be highly circumstantial.
Her brain was dimly aware of a thought trickling through, a whisper of importance, that made her mouth run dry. Her father had gone quietly with the mages at the end, or so she had understood. Was it possible...could it be that he was still alive, somewhere far from the tower, an anonymous Tranquil in a sea of faceless, emotionless creatures that no one took much notice of?
"And where can you be sent on the course of your duties?" the girl asked, trying to limit her nervousness to fidgeting on the chair and tugging at her hair as she waited for the answer.