Renaya, her hands freed and blindfold removed, settles back to her knees. She looks from Verrian to Viani to Ildemu, only showing emotion when she sees that last face. She fixes Ildemu with a flat stare, but doesn't appear angry, necessarily. Just... serious, focused, and intense. She absently rubs at her wrists, though there's no sign that they physically harmed her in any way.
"If I thought I stood a chance of killing you with my bare hands, I would rip your throat out myself," she says in a low, harsh whisper. "You and your ilk will pay dearly. For everything you've done to me and my people. You have stolen my soul, Ildemu."
As she speaks, her words become more strained, her body more tense, to the point where she is actually trembling.