Their similarities and differences seemed to calm Despoina to a point where she sat quietly. Whether Eleanor felt the same or not knowing that someone had even a little bit of understand brought an intense amount of comfort to the fine faced woman. It was not very often Despoina would sit and think about something, but now as she looked at the woman in front of her she took the time to really mull over what was being said. There was a question as to whether she should truly choose to give in to her desires. Her mind hesitantly explored the path of desire. For the first time since she had played with her sister in the mountains of Spirane she felt a flicker of happiness in her chest. It was new and strange to her, the light going out when she stepped back away from the path.

She chuckled at Eleanor’s statement. A knight in shining armor was the last thing she wanted walking into her life. If any one tried to play that role she would swiftly show them that it was she who was the monster to be slayed. Ears unconsciously flattened when she mulled over everything. ‘Not picky’ was not a string of words that could have been used to describe Despoina. She studied Eleanor in front of her and released a deep breath through her nose. The other woman probably had no idea that seeing Despoina so calm was a rare occurrence, though she could possibly guess.

With more than she cared for to think about, Despoina got to her feet. “You have given me a lot to think about.” She said softly. Her vulnerability echoed in her voice when the growls did not mask it. “Thank you, Eleanor.” A lot more politely than she had come in she stepped toward the way back out and paused at the entrance to the cave. “I promise, I will not tell anyone what you have told me. And… uh… I’m sorry about your bird. Any day you don’t want to catch something… I owe you a pheasant.” Shaking her head at herself, Despoina turned and jumped out of the cavern to pad her way back to the moors of Iromar.