Briallen carefully stepped forward, "I know a lot of things about you, Sandrine. I know that you’re not the monster that people think you are. I know that Salazar and the others cared for you deeply. Please don’t attack anyone; they don’t deserve that pain." She’d reached basilisk’s nose and gently placed her hand upon the scaly hide. A gigantic forked tongue slithered out and tasted the air, her hand, and her face. "Whatever you think you’re up here for, I guarantee it isn’t right."