Samus shook her head. "Not at all, miss Niviaq." She grinned, waving her paw behind the prey in a joking manner, as if inviting the older woman to take her pick. She couldn't imagine how embarassing it must feel to be in such a frail state-- everyone, at some point, had been young. The masked woman wanted to make it as easy as possibly and show Sila's mother that it was not something she was doing out of pity or simple respect. The elders of the pack had done their time hunting, fighting, and patrolling, and it was time that the youth now give back to them. That was her thought process, at least, and she'd do the same for anyone else in such a position. It was a terrible thing to not be able to take care of oneself, and if she could make it any easier, the young woman surely would.

The conversation moved on, however, and Samus blushed beneath the praise, although it was clearly a deflection from what she'd said. "Well, I thank ya fer that." She said with a quiet chuckle, a bit flustered-- after all, it wasn't that she was simply paying a visit to just anyone. In perhaps a roundabout way she was seeking Niviaq's blessing, and as she listened to the woman's next words, Samus realized she may have gotten it without even asking. It seemed, almost, as if Niviaq was seeking hers. Her mahogany eyes blinked, her ears flicking backwards in a sheepish manner before pricking forward once more.

"Ah... well..." She grinned, her words a bit hesitant, but clearly out of embarrassment more than anything else. Samus remembered what had happened at Taviora's ball, what she'd said "We're good together." She repeated, and it seemed to have come out of nowhere. She laughed, then, heartily, before shaking her head. "That's what I told 'er, when we found each other at the ball." Her eyes sparkled, and she gave Niviaq a bashful smile. "I've never been real good at this. Always too straightforward ta deal in love. So I was gonna ask fer yer blessin'... but if yer tellin' me all this, I s'pose I've got it." She laughed again, almost as if jokingly fed up with herself.

She looked up at the older woman, her face on fire from embarrassment and from something else, too. Love, she supposed. Samus had never felt it before. "I'll be there fer her, miss Niviaq. You've got my word." Her voice was earnest, a toothy grin splitting her face, but like Niviaq a sadness had crept into her eyes. Sudden deaths, she supposed, might be easier to deal with. How did Sila feel-- how did Niviaq feel-- knowing that time forever marched on? Samus could not stop it, however much she would want to if only to save Sila from tragedy. The days would pass, winter would end, and spring would begin. "She'll have me, no matter what happens."