Their last meeting had been a bit strained. Ragnarok had been stolen into the ranks of Spirane, if only for a short while, which might leave a bitter taste in the mouths of some. On top of that he had been injured and ill tempered and Natu had not done him any kindnesses - she had not released him from this obligation, even if she had not been mean to him. It was in Natu's nature to be a kind wolf. She would listen, be fair, but there is an austerity to her that cannot be forgotten. Unless they had some compounding reason that truly was exceptional she would tell him how sorry she is but then be firm about the rules. Two weeks was all she had ever demanded of those she had stolen. In two weeks if they still were not content to live the life of a pack member they were free to go and free Ragnarok went, though she had wondered often of his state of health. He needed sleep she had decided and had hoped in the free lands he was getting such rather than dipping into the insanity that drove him.

It was a curious thing, Ragnarok's certainty of demons. Natu did not think they were outside demons like the male did. There were certainly evil things in this world but they all grew from within - how they manifested was different in each individual. Hers had been blackouts. Ragnaroks, in Natu's opinion, had been hallucinations.

Yet even as she draws closer to the couple she can see a marked difference in Ragnarok. A calmness that has settled over him. It has to be Church's presence. How healing the gift of an imprint can be. Heyel had pulled her out of her own darkness with his haughty words and even just his presence. It was all beneficial to the well being of Natu just as it would seem Church was helping alleviate his own symptoms.

Natu returns his gesture, wagging her tail for both of them and holding her friendly smile. She is quite happy about this change - it is for the good of him and those around him. "Pity that, Ragnarok, we'd have loved to see you stay with us. And you too, Church, partaker of all homes." Natu jests with them, though her words are genuine, her eyes bright upon the girl. There is a faint scent of Asteraia upon her but it seems the female is at home here and everywhere, a loner by spirit.

"But perhaps you'd decide to stay with us for the night? This storm is likely to be vicious. I would not turn away any who wished to weather it here. There is plenty to eat down in the foothills if you become hungry. You are both welcome here anytime," she murmurs. Though she is not Queen here nor even Daenery's right hand she is sure the female would agree with her. Better to off such kindnesses to foster better relationships and in time maybe an ally in the pair. She turns her icy eyes back to Ragnarok's scars for a moment. "You have come out fair in your battles of late."