It seemed everything was alright and the girl was not hurt. Lamia waited quietly with her ears up and tail swaying slightly in the sea breeze. For a moment, the demon girl went totally unnoticed by either wolf and it wasn't until she tried to take a set closer that the girl replied, indicating she was alright. Rogue finally gazed upon her niece and sneered. Yep, she was just like Dad. But Lamia was a demon too and wasn't easily frightened. Just a little nervous, that's all. She lifted her head up slightly and blinked her sunset eyes. "My name is Lamia." There was no need to justify her name and she felt proud of it. Little witch, it seemed to fit her perfectly.

Seeing that she was not needed here, the child thought perhaps it was best not to over stay her welcome. But before she took her leave, the girl wanted to know something. Something that had been bothering her since coming to Glorall. "Cur non in cognatione tua Iromar?" (Why do you not live in Iromar with your kin?) It was a blunt question but then again, she had never been one to beat around the bush. As far as Lamia knew, all demons lived and protected Iromar. It was strange to her that one would live so far away. She asked her question in the old language that so few seemed to understand. Both to test Rogue and to see if her daughter even knew about her demon heritage. How was she to know that the pup wasn't actually her blood cousin?

And so she waited for whatever fireworks were about to explode. This was not the first time her forward ways had gotten her in trouble and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Should Rogue do anything, such as snap at or even tackle, Lamia would let it happen. She often wondered why adults were always so keen to attack children. Did it make them feel stronger? Better? Only adult could say and the child was not one yet.