As much as he knew Aithne, there was much that he did not know about her. She was the rather silent time in many matters, no exposing too much of his past in their conversations. Andras was never one to dig anyway- not usually. Her first response only made sense to him, even in this state. She has no children, as far as he is aware. She is simply...ignorant of the sensation. Perhaps, one day she will know, yet he would not know what male would approach a female like her.

He was pleased to hear her acceptance of this new task. A fight was not a simple thing. It was a thing of pain. A thing of growing. Avery needs it, and perhaps, so does Aithne. He had many fights in the past, in his younger years. He felt fangs upon his neck, and he had the scars to prove it. Aithne was no fluffy puppy as well, but Avery...she may have dealt with a less than stellar bloodline and upbringing, but he wanted her to succeed. His head travels to Aithne as she proclaims finding the truth, his orbs swirling into hers before gives a confident yet melancholy nod.

The last question though, was something plaguing his mind. Like a dark fog that twisted in and out of his ears, that stuck to his tongue. He could never get rid of it, no matter how hard he tried. He wondered if he would ever know the truth, if it is doomed to be caught in the void of time. He closed his eyes a moment, his tail slashing to one side in the cool air, with the smell and scent of Iromar bog all around them.

"I still, cannot say...There are three scents from what I can discern, three. Lillith, Siren, and a boy. Both...both scents were on her, my Lillith. The boy and Lillith...may have fought, he may have taken Siren against her will...she would be an easy target. Let us face it- she is physically weak. I tried to teach her when I could, she was....surprisingly determined but her mind was to...juvenile to deal with. I wouldn't be surprised if an Angel took her as revenge for the war Baphomet led," he rambled, his words gruff and torn as he considered the situation. It was so hard to tell, so hard to understand with the evidence at paw. He adjusted his position, the muscles rippling under his fur as he attempted to lock gazes with Aithne once more.

"Aithne...what do you think happened?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know what she thought. It can be...hard for him to objectively see the situation. His bond to Lillith was undeniable and yet, Siren was his daughter, one who couldn't really do harm...right? At least, not as of yet?