Matianak had also been fishing for information. The reality was, she knew little enough of the White King that it didn't really matter how he ruled. She only knew that he was a thorn in her half-brother's side, and that was more than enough. In the end, she merely shrugged it off. Whatever the Nameless One did in choosing to rule, then that was her prerogative as Pharaoh of Asteraia.
She smiled again at his response. He did know, at least as to why he left. But why not come back under the white male. It's not like he held disdain for anyone other than Blackthorne and his miscreants in the swamp. That much she could tell of the leader after Halcyon. Her pale eyes watched him. Matianak showed interest. Whether it was feigned or real was an entirely different animal. The grey coated woman was here for a reason after all.
"Much the same as yours," she said with a tilt of her head. The woman knew she wasn't wrong either. His elusive words matched her weaves. He was clearly some level of informant or diplomat, that much was certain. Matianak rose, taking a few steps closer to Ripper. "And you know just as well as I, much can be said from body language than actual words," Matianak cooed with a somewhat disarming smile. She did not expect Ripper to be phased by it, or even react any kind of significantly.
She made a small gesture with her paw, finally asking probably the only straightforward question that might be spat out by either of them. "How does your sister intend to move the plains forward?" A true question. What would Sekhmet do with the plains. Would that stick to themselves like the mountainborne wolves? Or would they be out in the world doing... whatever it was that seemed to suit the beasts that lived here.