Zelda was certain that she was unhappy. After all her whole life was in shambles and it was still questionable if she would be able to live without the help of others. She, for now, had choices though. Zelda was willing to forgive if she could show she could change. Zelda wouldn’t ask her to regret what she did, but perhaps apologize, to Tithe at the very least. Iromar…. In Zelda’s opinion, got their fair share of ‘justice’ and needed no more. Tithe though, he required some explanation. In time though, Zelda would see if all her efforts would be worth it. For she could, and would, heal her and then leave her for the beasts of the world to devour her, with no help from a pack, that would accept her knowing what she did, to help her.

Her ears twitched at the sound of the wolfess’ scoff at first before telling Zelda to do as she wanted. So she entered, though the rest of her words certainly brought a little more hope to the wolfess as she settled herself down on the fringes of Starfall’s den, tail wrapping around her cold paws though she frowned a bit at the self deprecating words she said about herself. Though at the very least she agreed to some water. She was about to reply when the wolfess sighed, then paused finally giving out a slightly begrudging thank you to her which brought a smile to return to the wolfess’ narrow muzzle. ”After we talk then, I will fetch you some. Think nothing of it.” Zelda promised the wolfess with a little flick of her tail.

She wanted to build rapport if nothing else for now, by Arace’s actions alone here, Zelda didn’t feel she was a bad wolfess, just perhaps made some life choices that maybe Zelda could never do. Her mind went to Hyrule. Assassins. They meant different things to different wolves. To Hyrule, the angels, Assassins were wolves who killed demons, cannibals, to her it seemed it didn’t matter, good or bad… Zelda wondered more about her, her past. For a wolf’s past said a lot about who and what they were and what they would do next.

For now though Zelda wanted to see what she could figure out about the problem at hand, or start too. SHe wouldn’t push for now, she knew that maybe it might take time for Arace to maybe trust her, or show her true colors. Right now Zelda was having no regrets taking the wolfess in, Tithe and the other’s worries she felt might have been justified, warranted even, but Zelda thought for now it was okay. She wouldn’t force Tithe to be around, or be friends with her, even guard her if he didn’t want to. She wasn’t that type of wolf and understood completely if he wanted to avoid her. After all, it only made sense.

Still, Zelda could tell her words confused Arace a bit. Telling her she wasn’t a prisoner, not unless she wanted to be. It seemed to almost puzzle her some degree, which soon she voiced to the auburn wolfess. Zelda considered her words, though she only smiled and offered a strange sheepish shrug, ”You aren’t the only one.” she said almost cheerily with a little laugh despite the cynicism of her look and her tones. Though she continued stating that she had attacked Tithe, that Iromar condemned her. ”I’m not saying I agreed with what you did. I abhor violence as usually there are far better ways to be spending our time than shedding the blood of others. While I know you are not completely innocent of your crime, you are not completely guilty either. I asked Pine to look into the why you did it, she ignored me, I have a better idea now that I think I understand you more.” After all already Arace had spoken of debts to be paid, surely she owed a ‘debt’ to the one who had taken her from her prison in Taviora. ”But you are right, usually I would side with wolves that I have alliances and friendships with. However, I can’t agree with how she handled this in the slightest. As I said, I rather abhor unnecessary bloodshed.”

It was then that Arace’s eyes narrowed upon her, that Zelda asked her to tell the truth of what happened. She watched the female, neutral expression upon her visage and taking careful attention to what she was saying, what she could mean by those words. Zelda allowed silence to fall between them, pondering her words, what she was saying. ”Then pay your debt to me now. Work for Taviora. I saved your life when everyone thought it was wrong, but Starfall. Allow me the chance to give your life new purpose. If you are so honor bound you will not give up the name of the one who actually deserved to share in your punishment when you say you were simply paying a debt, fine, I understand, but let me help you prove those who think you are a common murderer wrong. Show me more than that, show me more of the wolfess I am seeing now. Honor bound, loyal.” She knew many would be angry at what she was offering, but it was not the first, nor the last time a Tavioran ruler offered mercy where others wouldn’t have. It wasn’t the first time her family had taken a risk in allowing a supposed wolf with a bad reputation into their fold. Roman, Tithe, Bones… There were a few that were given the chance to show redemption, even if some didn’t think they deserved it, Zelda did.

”While I do abhor unnecessary violence there will be a time when I will have no choice but to pull my daggers from behind my lips, the swords from behind the shields. Someone very close to me once told me sometimes you had to do things… he even killed someone himself, he didn't enjoy it, but he had to to protect himself, his family. If you had room to include Taviora in that creed of yours, I would welcome you.” She paused for a moment, her face was serious, her eyes not leaving Arace, though then there was almost a flicker of mischief behind her eyes for a second as she then said, ”Though, that would mean your promise of not harming our own until you're healed would go on past your healing time.” She said though there was a little humor to her tones. Though the idea that maybe Arace could lie to her that she would serve and be loyal Zelda thought it was worth the risk. Again, while she disliked violence, being betrayed when she gave Arace so much would prove to Zelda she couldn’t change, that darkness was all she had and would accept. She was lost. Then… well those same swords and daggers they would come out. Zelda believed in second chances, but thirds?

Well, time would tell.