Samus glanced over at her, unable to keep the toothy, goofy grin off of her face. She had been so concerned with her new siblings, with the path towards her rank, that it seemed as though she hadn't had time to relax in ages. Youthfulness, after all, ran through her blood, the exuberant spirits of her parents were as much a part of her as the ambition of other family members. She looked towards the girl again as she sighs, her mahogany eyes a bit less jubilant now, a bit more furrowed and considering. Everyone and everything had their place and yet she couldn't help but wonder if her companion had lost her own. She shook off the thoughts then, as she felt a paw nudge into her shoulder, and all the joy of the evening rushed back into her face.

She laughed at the comment, and then laughed even harder at the nickname. "Si-la." She stretched out the syllables as if testing the name on her tongue, and then angled her body towards the other, peering out from behind her lopsided mask. "Yer pretty good at the nickname game. I like it." Samus said with another bout of laughter, although she let it die down as she felt the atmosphere become more somber. Her eyes followed the firefly as it drifted, if she squinted perhaps she could have imagined a small puff of smoke when the insect turned off its light. It seemed as though the older that she got the more times of joy were interrupted with times of solemnity; and the older she got, the less those times could be interrupted with a well-timed joke or a playful nip.

Dark ears flicked forward to catch Sila's words, her name being spoken in that particular cadence made it drift away into the wind like a song. She smiled at this, although it was less toothy, more serious than the grin she usually wore. It was almost bashful, in a way. It faded as Sila continued to speak, her questions vague although telling of a query that was far deeper, far more important than something to simply ponder. Samus' face was curious, thoughtful, as she followed the trail of one of the fireflies as it floated deeper into the woods. "Maybe." She responded, rolling once again onto her back, face illuminated by the lights of the insects as well as the moon. She looked, in that moment, far older than her previous demeanor would suggest.

"I think maybe it's somethin' a bit less physical. I think that they're just a sign of hope, y'know, that you'll see that somebody again. Like a promise that they're out there, somewhere." Samus looked towards Sila again, a bit bewildered at the grin that graced her otherwise saddened face. "Why? Ya searchin' for someone?"