It's sharp, and it's quick--a sudden movement where there shouldn't have been, and Sylvie is choking on her own blood.

She should have expected this, it's what she would have done (and had done, more than once to them).

"Enchanted people," the wrong voice murmurs as a young woman slides out from behind her, a smirk on her face that doesn't quite fit, "I see how it works now, thank you for the valuable tips."