Twist steps back as fire is brought forth. There was little reason to risk frenzying for this situation. It was not nearly the same as the last time she witnessed final death by fire.
As the tyrants eyes sought hers, she meet them- cooly at first, but then as she felt the pull of his presence, she retreated from the gaze. Mentally, if not physically. When he finally moved on, she relaxed the grip on her knife that she had not realized she had tightened and watched until the end was complete.
Glancing to David she nodded at his words and then after a pause approached what was left of the glass and Once-Prince. "Would you mind...?" she asked looking to the leader of the expedition. Her fist raised it was clear she was asking before she let her fist fall in an attempt to shatter the glass.