Dejah pressed her lips together. She agreed with Elphaba, but she knew her father's intentions had been good...just she was still so angry with him for treating her as a bargaining chip.

"My father was never cruel to me," Dejah clarified. "He...had a lapse in judgment, I am convinced."

Dejah stepped into the house, a small smile breaking across her dark red lips. "It's not that we are not allies...they are just aggressive by nature, and more likely to shoot or maim first and ask questions later."