Lemures Lustrum? Though we jest, I still take time to consider the name - I repeat it slowly, savoring the flavor of each word before I shake my head. "They'll remember the dead more than you if that is the case." Maybe there is some part of me that has a certain favoritism towards my sister. Of all my siblings, after all, she seems to have made the fewest mistakes. Blackthorne is questionable but I do believe Eve has considered all her other options in that regard - I doubt she'd remain close to him if she wasn't benefitting in some way. Clever. Mother had done well with her.

She seeks to only further prove that. I cannot help but smirk as she moves from one topic to another so seamlessly - my brow raises at the mention of my youngest children. Ah, so mother's vision really hasn't gotten any worse, hm? "Impressive, isn't it? Perhaps you ought to consider such things in the future, sister." I shrug. In part, I do think she ought to consider it if only because she should not waste her time with a single male. See? Favoritism. "The eyes never lie. Mother has likely looked deep enough to see that." I eye her off for a moment. Though it makes sense for her to be so curious, I do need to be careful. Arturio is an ambitious fool, after all, and I do not want his blood endangering Nari's simply because he cannot choose his fights more discretely. Even though his blood is within some of the children, they are still mine nonetheless.

"Your dearest brother is stuck between two packs who cannot stop howling and declaring their abhorrence for one another. Glorall cannot remember its last night of good sleep." There is always an air of jest with her for whatever reason - perhaps it is just easier. Despite, I suppose, a shared mutual respect, we are surely both aware of one another's loyalties.