Inanna. She is an unusual woman, that I know. I must admit I was exceptionally curious when Thor's news had broken. Of all the wolves, I did not expect Inanna. She is not like her father, at least and so, perhaps there is more to the match than I know. In any case, it is a good thing that these families have begun to form here in Glorall. There are...few, I suppose one might say. Mates are not a particular topic of prowess for myself, however. I know this and it is hardly something I ponder deeply upon; I have taken several mates, after all, even in my youth I had Boleyn by my side and the strange girl Scallywag. Monogomy is likely something I will never entirely understand and so, I do not pressume to understand Thor and Inanna's purpose for choosing one another. All I know is that it aids in the unifying of the wolves here and thus, it is unmistakably a good thing.

In any case, Thor is taking the transition well. I give him a knowing grin when he asks if it is truly that bad - the childrens' hunger, that is - and no words need to be said. He will discover it in no time, though I am sure he will not be nearly as inundated as I was. Each time I have taken a mate, after all, I have taken a pair and so, I have more than just a few mouths to feed. Achlys alone had given me four children though I do not allow my mind to roam too close to the thought of her or Eros. Instead, I think of the now. It is the important time, after all.

"If ever Inanna or yourself need some time to yourselves, simply call upon me. I have three of my youngest here now and I'm sure they will give your children plenty to do." I dip my head in respect at the offer; I almost hope he might send his children to Asriel, Escha and Enoch. It is my hope, after all, to plant seeds of comradeship throughout Glorall for when my time to step aside comes. I am no fool. I know eventually I will step away from the throne one way or another and I can only aid in ensuring the territry does not fall to ruin when I do so, be it whoever takes the mantle of the shores. If my children seek to replace me then so be it, but if they seek to leave, I can only plant the seeds to ensure they do not leave alone.

But Thor is right and he speaks just as I find my own mind wondering; I instantly turn towards him with a raised brow. "Liquet oculi," I call him clear eyes for that is exactly what he has in those moments - how observant - before I take pause, giving him my attention entirely. "There is quite a lot to think on these days." I turn towards the mainland but for a moment, checking briefly to see we are still alone. "I think of Blackthorne and the children that are foolish to follow him and I think of Aster, of Asteraia, and the foolishness she has taken to." I lift one side of my lip in an amused grin. I wonder just how ready he is to talk politics, hm?