The brilliant smile she had given him was returned to her, and from that moment Ambrosia knew that this was all apart of what she was meant for. Much the same as she had been fated to meet Covet, she too was fated to meet this Solitare and from that she knew he was the right one. However, the eye contact she always holds with those she's speaking with is fleetingly met. It is hardly an insult, though, because of those nerves she recognizes across his features. Part of her mind refers to him as a 'boy' in her mind, and this is much the same as she considers herself 'girl' and not 'woman.' They are both full grown, that much is obvious, but much like Ambrosia, Solitaire holds an air of youth around himself. Perhaps it is thanks to his own speckling of dots along his legs much like her own upon her muzzle, or maybe it was just the way he was. And maybe, just maybe that meant that this would go better than either of them expected.

When he gives his own voice, he is polite, kind, and honest; the resulting reaction from the tall white female being a pleasant flurry of waves from her thick tail. While she is not exactly quick to judge character, Ambrosia knows well when it is she meets a soul she will enjoy and she will love. And although love is not exactly a part of the deal, of the alliance; love is something that comes naturally and unrestricted to the girl of the angels and the stars. Her love, however, comes in many fourms, and in her brief six years never has she met another to ellict romantic love. For the love she felt blossoming in her chest in these moments for the boy across from her was platonic, a family sort of bond and one she would both cherish and covet forever. At his mention of the flowers, at last do bright violet irises find the small heap of them right by him, and another small smile is lifting her lips. A nod of her head is given in gratitude before her voice may follow suit. "I thank you for and I appreciate the gesture very much Solitaire. It was very kind and sweet of you; and I'm glad you take care of yourself."

Some wolves were prone to lack of self care, and truly it was gladdening to see someone who cared so much. About others, and themselves. It was refreshing, in a way, only because there were a lot in life that were selfish. Cruely so. But it was not something Ambrosia would have to worry about in these moments, or any other moments with Solitaire. While she is not exactly one quick to judge character, she is however quite talented at feeling others out rather quickly, and already she knows their friendship will be longlived. At his next words, however, if she had the capacity to blush she would. For while he introduces himself as the Witch of Glorall, it's healer, he also decides to jump head first into the topic of their meeting. He tells her he likes kids, hoping that he isn't overstepping any boundry and also letting her know he isn't exactly clear on the details. With another simple nod of understanding, Ambrosia makes certain to keep her features and entire demeanor soft as she speaks so openly to him. "Perhaps you might find it in you to teach one of my wolves some of your healing skill; not many wolves have remained in Diveen after all. Particularly any with a singular set of skills, though I know of some that have their aspirations. And the most I know is that in order for me to have stepped up as Alpha of Diveen, Covet asked that an alliance be made between blood and mind. He asked that I create new life with one of his family, and that a child of ours would be the heir and next to hold the crown of Diveen." She pauses, there, having already said a mouthful but hardly wishing to overwhelm him.

She does continue, though, with a rather hopeful glint in her eye and tone to her voice. "What happens.. after our deed, I suppose, is entirely up to you. You are.. so very welcome to come be with me when the time comes, to see them and to know them, to play with them and watch them grow. Just as you are welcome to not, well, not." Ambrosia does her best to end on a light note with a gentle smile offered to him, and while she doesn't actually have any doubts she is never one to assume too much. He had said he liked kids, yes, but she would never push something on him. She would never push anything on any wolf. And that was just the sort of mind and soul that she was, truly. A soft and loving thing, with all the care in the world and no hate at all.