She watches as his shadowy form lurks forward and he knows it, that much she is sure of. However, she gives him little more than momentary glances, suspicious and quiet about the matter as he begins to speak regarding Dragonfly's inquiries. Elara, for the time being, says nothing on the matter. Instead, she allows Liquid Amber to step forward and speak, her head nodding along approvingly as the woman puts to rest the rather...unusual beliefs of the male. Yet, Elara finds it difficult to believe he truly believes it.
Version of the truth. It is those words that make her suspicious enough to speak after Amber finishes.
"Perhaps that very same North Star will lead you to your answer too," she adds with a gentle bow of her head, respectful of Amber's own beliefs on the matter.
In any case, Dragonfly's eagerness made Elara return to a more cheery demeanor in no time at all; her lips lifted up into a gentle grin as the girl seemed to receive their words with such joy. In time, perhaps, Elara ought to seek out the younger woman and yet, for now, she is content to allow her these moments of unadultered joy. Elara is bitter, this she knows, and so, she is reluctant to spread such weariness to others. It is a curse, after all, to be destined to love and lose over and over again. If she can help it, no other near her should suffer such a fate.
There is the slightest of chuckles when Dragonfly mentions her poor encounter so casually. Elara could not help but reach out with a paw and bat at her lightly, her tail swaying behind her. She shook her head slowly, stepping forward towards the girl with a sudden seriousness. "Do not worry about such things for you have us now," her voice was stern and yet, never harsh, and she glanced towards Amber for confirmation before she presses her muzzle momentarily towards Dragonfly's cheek. Then, she steps back with another small dip of her head, her face once more alight with a kindred grin. "Approach any wolf you so desire, Dragonfly, and we shall be on call lest they are not the right one for you." Perhaps it was hard to imagine but Elara had been of warrior blood, after all. Though her bones never quaked with anger nor rage, she knew that she could stand up for another if the time came. Azrael could not be laid to waste in her veins entirely.
For now though, she was hopeful that Dragonfly would not need to call for them under such circumstances. Still, there is a sternness that befalls her once more as her eyes cut back to Elohim though she addresses Dragonfly once more. "Just be weary of those that agree so fast - a wolf ought to seek to know you well before they seek to run alongside you." At least, she wanted to believe that. It helped her justify having run from Jackdaw so soon.