Rae's real concern was not how to make sure that everyone knew which kills were hers, that was already fairly obvious to everyone.
What was really weighing on her mind was the fact that she was about to become Royal Rank, and she didn't feel impressive enough.
She was a goddess of the night, a divine blessing come to reap the tasty and unwary. But soon she would be a legitimate Princess, and her only real skills were stabbing, and making things that stabbed for her.
How could a Princess of the Bloodbath Spider species only be good for assassination? Wasn't that just too sad? If she couldn't even do something cool, wouldn't she be no better than a Giant?
She had stabbed thousands of Giants to death, but Rae suspected that the humans didn't fully appreciate how much of a difference existed between an elegant being such as her and some stupid Giant.