He gave nod to her greeting, watching as only one ear reacted to his fresh booming words. It was always a subtle reminder of her flaw, a flaw that seems to run in the family blood line that he rather not think about. It was now Lamia's job to prove herself worthy, to not irritate the living hell out of him like some of her siblings did.

It seems to take a moment longer than it should for his words to get through to her, and it causes the slightest of narrows in his sunset eyes. The rain was harsh though, and hearing was quite the task on a day such as this...perhaps his daughter could be excused. Perhaps his mind was wandering away from his little daughter and towards the black wraith that slinks through the soaked world. The creature of everything that is his very blood and flesh. He feels her form touch up against him and naturally he feels himself bite his lip, ears falling back slightly as his spiked wet fur ripples with the pleasure of his muscles. He enjoys it as she rubs against his side, taking in every precious moment that she touches him.

Yet in her silence she says much, as she nudges the creature of water that is out of place on the land. He knows Lillith wishes to examine the likes of their own creation, their own daughter and to see what she becomes in this world of bog and rock. She speaks then, explaining her own inner workings and he listen as much as Lillith allows, for she is everything and all, and her very touch causes her to be the center of all of his attention. It was almost as if his children became nothing when she was around, in fact everyone else was nothing. He would save her over his children any day, despite the demon within him that tells him Lillith should fall if she fails...he would save her anyway. It was during these moments that his eyes drifted to his soul and mate, watching her with a great intensity before his eyes are drawn back to the daughter that they themselves created. Lamia was determined, but this fish was a tougher best than the last.

Determination is always key to success, and he saw great potential within it. He smirked at the comment from Nogitsune. Then there seemed to be something else boiling up in his daughters mind. He stayed silent, merely watching as he knew something was going to come out of her mouth soon. She wished to be a part of the pack, and she wished to find her own path. Andras gave a stern nod. Her questions were a bit...direct, but at least she wasn't beating around the bush. He stepped forward a bit, his form coming to touch against Lillith once more.

"A shaman you will be, if you work for it. Blood is blood, and you will come to learn of what blood can really do," he stated with a cracked grin. He knew that Iromar lacked in healers and shamans, and he knew it was an advantage for his daughter to learn such things...but she would have to learn on her own. "There is no one to teach you this, Lamia. How will you do it?" he asks, not giving her a straight answer. If she is to become a shaman, she will need to use her mind more over her brute force. This starts right here, right now.