The moments after Aithne jests with Ambrosia are met with a chuckle from the lovely female before she returns the gesture. Aithne's own maw splits wide into a grin as she too chuckles, much hoarser than that of sweet Ambrosia's. "Or you could winter in one and summer in the other," she replies jokingly, finding it rather strange that she was joking considering her pragmatic manner. The time only turns tense when Ambrosia brings up about Taviora and about Siren. About things that were still fresh and tense and upsetting in the mind of Aithne. On top of finding out about Siren and finding her so very changed she had to deal with the fact that Andras had not changed since the beginning of his sickness. That nothing was helping him and that he was no longer under her watchful gaze. If he did something it would fall back on her... and Aithne could not hesitate to cull such a wicked limb that was of it's own mind. But she hoped it would not come to that.

What Aithne does not expect is the genuine sorrow that seems to shroud Ambrosia or the way she hangs her head and offers her grievances. Emerald eyes widen in surprise as they track the movements of the girl. "No one came out the winner." Because in the end that is all she can think in this moment, her voice rough with her own dislike of the situation. Roamin was dead, Lillith was dead, and Siren was crazy. Is this what Lillith had intended all along?

A breath of relief seems to escape her maw, barely audible but she nods to Ambrosia and feels a sense of gladness that the girl caught on to her words. It was always good to cover ones bases and truly, if Ambrosia knew the truth about Andras and Andras did something stupid then she would not have to fight so hard to prove to others that it was not of her doing. Iromar was not ready for the fangs of war to reach her doorstep - so very far from it. "There were never any winners," she whispers with a solemn look. She could not outright tell the girl of her misgivings - this wolf was not of her pack. But she warned her anyways.

Now it is Ambrosia's turn to offer something and Aithne smiles weakly as well. "I imagine you have many friends Ambrosia and I am glad that you came here today. If ever I need an ear I will seek you out. For now I have nothing that I need to know about Diveen, but there may come a time when I grow curious." She watches Ambrosia now for her cue for the girl seems ready to leave, eager to return to her home and pass along her information to gain her rank.
What Aithne does not expect is the genuine sorrow that seems to shroud Ambrosia or the way she hangs her head and offers her grievances. Emerald eyes widen in surprise as they track the movements of the girl. "No one came out the winner." Because in the end that is all she can think in this moment, her voice rough with her own dislike of the situation. Roamin was dead, Lillith was dead, and Siren was crazy. Is this what Lillith had intended all along?

A breath of relief seems to escape her maw, barely audible but she nods to Ambrosia and feels a sense of gladness that the girl caught on to her words. It was always good to cover ones bases and truly, if Ambrosia knew the truth about Andras and Andras did something stupid then she would not have to fight so hard to prove to others that it was not of her doing. Iromar was not ready for the fangs of war to reach her doorstep - so very far from it. "There were never any winners," she whispers with a solemn look. She could not outright tell the girl of her misgivings - this wolf was not of her pack. But she warned her anyways.

Now it is Ambrosia's turn to offer something and Aithne smiles weakly as well. "I imagine you have many friends Ambrosia and I am glad that you came here today. If ever I need an ear I will seek you out. For now I have nothing that I need to know about Diveen, but there may come a time when I grow curious." She watches Ambrosia now for her cue for the girl seems ready to leave, eager to return to her home and pass along her information to gain her rank.