Oh, you've done plenty to earn that title, you gods-be-damned seraph. The only reason I'm not giving you anything worse is because Little Shepherd Boy might not be too happy about that.

[ Merisia folds her arms to give Zaveid the fiercest glare she can manage, ice already forming at the edge of her robes and cooling the air around her. She reaches up to give Carbuncle a quick scratch behind the ears before she reaches for the grimoire on her belt. ]

Now isn't the time for you to be playing dumb. In case you haven't noticed, we're both in a bit of a predicament.