Sidriel watched Zelda closely, her eyes cautious but not entirely guarded. She had come from a family of strong leaders, of wolves who seemed to take orders from only themselves, and as such it was a matter of pride accepting tasks from someone who she did not know well enough to judge the merit of. But she was prepared to let that go, to exist more normally in spaces that she had not fit into previously. The young woman sought to smooth her edges, to fit more perfectly into the holes that every other wolf seemed to. Warriors, thieves, spies, diplomats, healers. She had never taken easily to any of them, her usefulness had been exhausted the moment she had renounced the Shade. It was a long, difficult road to recover from that.

Her ears flicked forward at Zelda's request to keep the following task between the two of them. Sidriel let her head rest at a curious tilt. "Scilicet." She said firmly- Latin being the language of truth, in most minds. It was terribly hard to lie in a language with a heavy proclivity for truth- hadn't she heard that somewhere? But her thoughts were wandering. "Yes, Arace." Sidriel said with a firm nod, indicating that she did indeed remember the prisoner, though perhaps was not privy to the entirety of her actions while here. Though she was not entirely sure exactly how much family she had left in Diveen, or at least relatives close enough that she would know them, but it wasn't difficult to get any Angel to speak if you knew what buttons to press, what questions to ask.

"I think I can do that, lady Goddess." She did not want to appear too cocky, although she was fairly certain in her abilities to gather information. "I do not know what has happened to Diveen in my absence. There is a veil of secrets I will attempt to pierce." As time progressed, the badlands pack seemed to be operating more and more inside the confines of shadows and secrecy. She nodded slightly at Zelda's next words, a small smirk making its way onto her muzzle. "It is. It keeps us all on our toes." And in these times, that was perhaps a very good thing.

The worrisome question caused her stomach to churn, it sent shivers down her spine. She hadn't wanted to revisit that night- but the scars on her face could not be removed, her eye could not return from sightless cloudiness, her psyche couldn't been repaired from what had transpired, at least, not without the bandage of time's passing. Sidriel cleared her throat, trying not to let fear show on her face, but the feeling was so strong that it was hard to maintain her composure. "I... no." Her voice grew quiet and timid. "Et draconi qui est contra me meae." She did not know if Zelda was versed in the language of the angels, but her eyes shone with fear and horror enough to convey the meaning of the words even if the words themselves were lost on the woman before her.