Arturio wondered if maybe she had taken the time, as good a wolf as he was, he never expected anyone to hide who they were. His only expectation for Asteraia was to welcome those who needed a place. Even if under his reign they had gone to war, none would be forced to fight. Just as he forced none to bend the knee. As it seemed Sekhmet would be doing as well from what he could gather from her words.
"Nor did I," he said. The White Knight's tone was not accusatory. But that seemed the difference that likely gave her the upper hand with the Gods, Fate, whatever it might be called. Arturio was an outsider, and while intending to do the right thing, Moladoin was not the land of his birth. If anything, his ties were strongest in Glorall. But he knew he would not be returning there. Not in the near future at least.
The male offered a bit of a smile. "Fail them, and we will meet again," he said, though it was no threat but a statement of fact. Arturio had other things that, surprisingly enough, he could work towards without having to also worry over the protection of Asteraia. Otherwise, he highly doubted he and the Nameless One would cross paths again. He inclined his head politely. There was little else to say as he padded off towards Asteraia's western border. From there, he would turn north, out of the sight of those who would be watching. She would not involve herself with his quarrel with Blackthorne. That much was reassuring. It gave him time to do what he needed to.