She's used to that look, and coolly returns the stare. That's a look she's well used to, though the bearer is usually furry. Still, she doesn't throw the gem, but she doesn't put it back on, either. "Yeah, well. I've died before. It's not so bad." Liar. It sucks. The scar encircling her neck like a choker aches at the lie. That's just what happens when you let a faerie assassin sneak up on you. Ya get beheaded.

"Ugh, God, right? Complete garbage." Complete garbage that she'd hate-read through the final book, but still.