I give her but a smirk when she mentions Nari again but there is a telling sign in it nonetheless: it will not be the case. Nari, nor Adonai herself, will ever be offered to anybody without my own resistence. If the marks left behind in the sand are any indication then I am sure I may be able to call in another debt to owe if he ever so much as thinks he will take anything from us - though, I may be so inclined to deal with it myself if the situation ever occurs. As for Adonai? I consider her for a moment in thought - yes, certainly my protection of Ehiyeh extends to them too. They are her blood after all and not that bastard's.

As we move, I gauge the air about us; she has a peculiar tension to her, the subtlest unease but I do not move to alleviate or exaggerate it. It is important that she learns and she will not do so if I am constantly stepping in to point her in the direction I see as right. Perhaps it was merely the idea of having the truth offered to her that has made her so weary - I would not blame her, of course. The truth is seldom a thing that others like to hear even when they seek it out. For a moment, I watch her with heightened curiosity as she seems to ponder what her question might be: instantly, I wonder if she will be inquire about her father.

But she does not. Instead, her question catches me off guard and I make no effort to hide it; I pause mid-step for a moment before I feel my lips open into a broad, toothed grin. Who but not for names. "Few by my own teeth," in fact, only one truly though I wonder how much accountability I truly have in the deaths of others, "one was the father of bastards," I say with a nod of my head, thinking momentarily of Heyel with a smirk, "and the other was a man who gave up his right to live" for I would not permit the label of bastard to be used against my grandchildren even if others defined them as such. At least, not until others could say the word without the undertow of vehemence.

I pause then, waiting for her to follow suit before I meet her eyes once more with a raised brow. "Have you been hearing rumors, Adonai?" My head tilts slightly though my question remains as neutral in tone as her own but I am certainly curious....rumors or perhaps she is still haunted by the daydreams of youth?