"I'm free to stay, too," Sierra shot back. Like she'd give him the satisfaction of throwing her out. It wasn't like the table was his or anything, and it wasn't like she had even come here to talk to him. Or noticed him at all. His new form was ugly and unremarkable, she decided. It suited his personality. Though the words went unsaid, a superior smirk appeared on her face at the thought.

And when Frey brought up Night's powers she couldn't help but interrupt. "Can't you tell just by looking at him?"

Not only had the ruse increased the antagonism between Sierra and the Sword, the implicit message was brushed off by its intended recipient. After all, Frey's rune wasn't the actual Sun Rune, and Night had no bearer to channel its power through. Sierra fully expected that she and the Moon Rune together could break through an attempt to suppress them where the other two could not.