"A fool, milady? I've been many things, but never a fool. Your negotiations were doomed to fail with her in any event. My distraction simply evened the playing field. Be glad it did, or she would have done much worse than try to use her whip, with all the magic she had on her."
"My negotiations were going precisely as planned, and had I had to attack anyway, my plans did NOT include having to rescue anyone after I dropped the cave on those vile, goblin-blooded, spider lovers!" Her glare as harsh as the snappy edge to her voice, boring into Lothir, she dismisses her irritation with, "If everyone is well enough to travel, then let us be going. I need someplace safe to rest and recover, and I believe you have a city, to return to. Perhaps both needs may be resolved there."
It would be difficult with so many eyes upon her, to transform now, and not blow her cover. It would have to wait, particularly since the injured wings, even if not manifest in her Drow form, the injuries would still be manifest in some fashion or another, likely large scrapes along her back. For the moment, a feasible plan was forming, but she'd have to wait and see what is to come.