Her overly refined sense of beauty filled her with disgust. "Your mere existence is hideous! Don't come near me!"
For her, beauty was nothing more than being overwhelmed by a felling of ecstasy. Perhaps, in that sense, it was a logical train of thought. The secret to her power lay within that reasoning.
In a euphoric trance she drew her bow, aiming between the outlaw's eyes. "Rejoice! I will make you beautiful!" The moment she sent a spirit to its demise -- this was what she considered 'ultimate beauty'.