The little girl shook her head. "Not so bright, child of night. Problems aren't solved only with might. Learn that lesson, and you might live. Else Death come and take all you can give." She stood in that light, looking at him.
She didn't change, only standing and looking like an innocent, dark hair unruly about her head. "If you wish to struggle, I'll not hold you back. Come see me, little spider dressed in black." She spoke lightly, playfully.