Sila

i can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

In a way, Viora reminds her of Samus. It is a subtle thing, for Viora certainly lacks the jovial enthusiasm of Samus, but it is enough to allow her to begin to relax when she sinks in next to the older woman. It's nice to relax, she cannot help but think, even when the questions she asks is enough to make her stomach swirl with uncerainty. Her younger siblings and her older and soon, she cannot help but think, perhaps nephews and nieces...she does not like the idea of them having to fight to survive in a world where life should come freely. Wars...killers...she sees no reason for any of it.

She was born with a heart that never grew hard even when she witnessed battle and beast alike. Such is a curse, perhaps, to some at least and yet, she sees it as a gift. At least Spirane will always have some light even if it was small, no?

But Viora takes her attention away from her thoughts quickly, Sila's eyes watching the way Viora's move in thought. There is much behind them, she thinks, and she is suddenly aware that she is in the presence of a woman who knows more than she might ever know. Yet, the true shock is what she speaks of in Diveen and her mind is instantly rampant with images of blood and Bazyl. It makes her ears sink back and a gasp catch in her throat but she is quick to stifle it with a small mm of agreement and a nod. Yes, gruesome. She thinks it is an understatement.

"Do you think he will manage despite it all? I heard rumours his Queen is a warrior of sorts..." she trails off, unsure a to whether rumours are any good to a real spy. In any case, she is reassured by the woman's confidence: find the killer and end the problems that seem to plague them all. At least, it sounds good to Sila if she seeks to ignore the violence such a thing in itself involves. But what does she think? She goes silent for some moments, mulling the thoughts over as she watches her own paws, flexing them against the stone.

"I know I wish to help in whatever way I can," she begins, tentative at first but growing with confidence as her eyes move to seek out Viora's, "though I do not like violence, I think I understand that at times, a single act may be needed to prevent many more." It is not her mother that speaks through her then, she thinks, but her father. Her father saw the logic in such things and she is almost proud for a moment to feel some part of his blood stir within her. "I simply...fear for the young who may be dragged into these affairs. Often, I think, leaders forget that not all are as brave and strong as they are." She cannot help but look away for a moment, almost ashamed to have said such a thing but she forces herself to look back once more. After all, Viora was honest with her. It was her time to be honest too - honesty just did not always sound polite.