After the excitement had settled down for a bit and the curiosities of Matteo's power were questioned. She could not help but observe the flames he had created. It seemed like a far more.... Controlled power than her own. Mira's abilities seemingly brought on a wake of destruction. Although her far more subtle powers such as that ash which lingered in the fireplace that she was all too aware of.. that danced within the large fireplace she could feel, could toy with it like she ran her hands through it from afar. She would not dare attempt her own affinity inside unless she wished to provoke further disaster. There had already been enough of that for one night. She remained silent upon her own abilities even though she seemed curious of the mention that Matteo's peculiar blue flames were.. More than... mere fire. Huh? How the hell did that work? Although, if only fire was the preferred topic of the evening. It would seem... the couple in question were far more the focus of intrigue. Mira had found herself in the proverbial hot seat, surrounded by Tetradore's family. She found herself sitting up straighter beneath the scrutiny she suddenly found herself in. How unlike the woman it was who usually found a casual confident ease in most things.

Maybe just maybe it was simply because she had never met someone's family like this or maybe it was for the simple fact that she desired to leave a good impression. How unprepared she was for these introductions especially when things such as labels were never really broached, nor were they so keenly hones on.. and yet.. Perhaps she could attest that desire to please simply showed how much she found herself to care about Tetradore. She knew it was there, she could never deny it to herself even even they entirely pretended it was not the looming elephant in the room. But... perhaps this was the first time it was so blatantly staring at her in the face. So there went that pretty little room of ignorance. Not around this particular whirlwind of questions she found herself buried under. It was almost a pity she hadn't the opportunity to ask her own. After all, this was the first time she had discovered their existence. Let alone.. Finding out on the coattails of disaster.

However, the wine was a nice distraction and surprisingly not bad at all... in fact, it was delicious, smooth and the flavour not the worst. The woman politely sipped it, glad for some sort of alcohol to soothe her tattered nerves. What she would give for that harder alcohol, but she could get through this. She had gone through plenty hard nights and it surely wouldn't be the last of them either.

Even though, tonight was nothing what she thought it would be. The last thing she expected was to meet Tetradore's family. Secret family. Such a unique bunch they were and yet there was no doubt in her mind, despite their origins, they were family. How did a frenchman end up with a son with such a thick Italian accent? Or how did that same man come to adopt Tetradore? So many questions sliced through the chaos of the evening. Watching them all... even though they were under duress, only made her miss her own family, in all their messy glory. Her thoughts wandered to them briefly as she wondered how they were or what they were doing. Despite the complications of why she had to stay away aside, she knew it was for the better. At least they were alive, or so she hoped and envisioned them to be and her sacrifice was not in vain. She sipped that offered wine, distracted enough from the horrors of the Ark sinking, their home. There was still a strong wrongness in that, one that would certainly grow the longer the pack remained apart.

Dorian seemed shocked as to why Tetradore never offered Mira wine, his bafflement amusing to her. Did she seem like a wine drinker? At all? Maybe her effort to appear composed worked far too well... The thought of pulling off the illusion of sophistication caused her lips to curl upward. A soft, easy laughter escaped her before Tetradore interjected before she could reply with her job.. Or.. what used to be at the very least. Her golden eyes flickered over to Dorian, agreeing with Tetradore with a simple nod of her head. "I am.. Or at least I was...and there hasn't been a single person that I have met that ordered it either. I do make a mean drink... Tetradore can attest to that. Have any of you actually seen the fights?" She questioned although she was quite sure she already knew the answer. Did he really think people came to fights and ordered wine? Although such thoughts didn't linger long as they began to talk about what animal she was, that good-natured jest soon spoken toward her sleepy alpha. Dorian was quick to pick on Tetradore's outfit, in particular his pants. Mira rose a singular dark brow as the were-panther at her side was quick to tell Dorian just where to go. Mira could hardly help that laughter that escaped her all the same. "I happen to think he looks good in those jeans." She came to Tetradore's defence even though he clearly didn't need her help. She knew all too well, the man cleaned up well too. Tetradore certainly pulled off those pants well, regardless of the season they had come from. Mira's own pants have probably come from the same year, she hardly knew. Were's went through clothes that it was damn near impressive.

However, that story she told of their meeting provoked such outrage from Dorian that it damn well caught her off guard. Entirely unaware of the political powerhouses that sat before her. That confusion spread across her face at the mention of Royal Commissions. Say what? Her gaze fell upon Sebastian and Dorian....huh? She knew their faces seemed similar. They were.... Everywhere after all.. But Mira paid little attention to the tabloid. Was she in the presence of royalty? Was Tet's family full of royals. How baffling a thought. It would explain his secrecy and yet... how? Tetradore's story of the past was so entirely different from this one. So many questions continued to build a hell of a mountain in her mind. Trying to make sense of all of it from the information given. Her gaze flickered toward the most enigmatic man in the room to her right.

Tetradore hardly flinched from any of it, the man seemingly oblivious to all the secrets that spilled out around them. If he was concerned, or upset... he didn't allow it to show. Now was not the time for any of it. Sebastian spoke to Dorian about their own reach within the matter and how little jurisdiction they held here. It had been so long ago... those traps were nothing but a distant memory. It would do little to do anything about it now. As a were, there was always a risk. Always a mark on your head. You just needed to have your wits about you. To not be.. Stupid about things.

The she-wolf was once more thrust into the thick of it... when that mention of titles all but put the focus back on her. Thoughts of royalty and whatever else cluttered her mind was all but forgotten... especially as Tetradore sprung that very question upon her. It was admittedly not at all how she thought this conversation would go. Yet.. the fact that they were even having it in the first place was progress for the both of them. Even if.... It was all but bombarded on them. Matteo seemed so very quick to invite her into the family which furthered to gobsmack her. What a.... Welcoming group of people considering they had only found out about her now... well save for Matteo.. Who somehow had knowledge no one else was privy of. She found herself almost curious of the secrets he possessed, which certainly explained his all-knowing demeanor.

Dorian was quick to embrace the title, as if relieved finally to understand just what they were..even if he had to practically force it from them. Ready or not. "You and me both.." She added, shaking her head even though she could hardly help but feel bad for Tetradore. The thoughts that must have been whirling within his mind. "It's nice to meet you all too.. You have all been... very.... Welcoming." She followed with the comment that Tetradore and herself clearly weren't fooling anyone. After all.. Most of the people on the Ark were far more aware than she had even realized. So much for secretive glances and stolen moments.

Matteo, who had been quite silent, opened his own lips to speak. She turned to face the fae who looked so very smug in himself, that easy admittance that they weren't fooling anyone. "Nothing gets passed you, huh?" There was playful jest within there.

There was something more to that question, as if... she suspected something more to Matteo's knowledge, he all but flaunted it and yet... hid it so well. After all, he was the first one to prompt that talk about girlfriend before so much as laying eyes upon her! One way or another it would all make sense. But not tonight she had conceded to that at the very least. Mira sipped upon her wine, almost glad that the topic had fallen onto Tetradore. The dark haired woman finally leaned back into that couch, far more tired than she had realized she had been before. Her limbs just about relished in that release of tension she had let go of.

Mira listened curiously to every word, those casual mentions of royalty sway. Her gaze found Sebastian who just seemed as tired of all of this as Tetradore was. He remained quiet but mostly present. Mira next observed the pair of brothers as she savoured the remaining contents of her glass.

Matteo seemed content to put an end to the night abruptly. Perhaps it was the most fatherly she had heard him suggest or do this entire night. She could not lie, the sound of sleep sounded far better than. There was little they could do about any of it now. But they could find some sleep.

There would be another day.. At least they were fortunate enough to have that. A soft sigh escaped her as she placed that empty glass down upon a waiting coaster on the table before her. That was some very good wine. Even despite that heavy tiredness, she hoped that she could sleep. There was far too much to consider. The wine, however, would certainly help along with Tetradore's closeness. How that seemed to offer her more of a comfort than any drink could. If only she could share his burden enough to do the same.

She stood with Tetradore who seemed eager as she was to find a sanctuary of quiet. At least for a few hours. There was enough time to deal with everything else. Tetradore reached for the duffle bag she had almost entirely forgotten about even despite the priceless valuables that nestled safely inside. She agreed.. "Goodnight." She uttered offering everyone a final glance and a smile. Oh, sleep was going to be so good right now, there would be plenty of time to get to know everyone later.

She followed as Dorian led the way to their room and relief settled it. After some thank yous and few last words Tetradore and Mira found themselves alone.

Those questions would simply have to wait... Rome, after all, wasn't built in a day. The she-wolf more than content to simply to allow those words left unsaid but rather take comfort in Tetradore as sleep quickly found them both as she held him.

Mira Ramos