Myrcella felt a great deal of relief just having someone to talk to. Paxton might not be able to hear, but his presence was a great deal more comforting than she could have imagined. "Most definitely good," she answered reassuringly. The sandy blonde girl wasn't sure what he might have thought about their bond. Myrcella certainly knew that her father would never imprint on anyone. It made her wonder how it affected wolves that could not, or what happened if one's imprint was lost. She knew it existed, clearly. But the deeper details were very fuzzy. In the end, for her at least, it was most assuredly a good thing.

Her green eyes watched his facial expression. Paxton definitely appeared to understand what she was saying and was working through what she had said. Myrcella tilted her head slightly at the notion of keeping Spirane on its toes. Who on earth was so dirty that they felt the need to do that by trying to go after their Alphas and an aging diplomat? She frowned as she contemplated the possibilities. Nymeria and Kalseru were not the sort, in her opinion, to be afraid. Surely not. Tyrion was worried, but he wasn't afraid. "Then maybe they need to be told were aren't afraid of them," she said. If they wanted to strike fear, then let a young aspiring diplomat who had every reason to be afraid tell them otherwise.

"Just being here has been wonderful Paxton, I couldn't ask any more of you than that," she said with a smile. "If you want, you can come to Asteraia with me. But only if you want." Myrcella reiterated that it would be his choice. She would not force him to do anything he didn't want to.