Luckily, matters of life and death are an excellent distraction from anything she might be feeling at the moment. She just focuses on herself, on the demon, on keeping Gabranth alive. That's what this has come down to, hasn't it? Both of them or nothing. It's how Jone would prefer it, over some mealy-mouthed altruism.

A blur in the darkness. A skittering sound. Jone tenses, unmoving until this time she's sure the danger is near.

The angry cry that escapes her when she strikes the beast isn't a command or reassurance. It just is.