Matianak's ears laid back briefly. Trespasser. The word echoed in her mind. It took nearly every fiber in her being to not lash out at, well anything. Such an act was out of character if the situation did not warrant it. There was only so much she could expect out of Sekhmet, the foreign words did nothing to put her at any semblance of ease. Whatever the larger female had said, the only response the grey woman could give was a show of her fangs. There were many things Matianak enjoyed, but the life of something that was hers was not something she cared to have toyed with.

Yet the response she received, the genuine answer to her accusatory demand. Nothing, the Nameless One had done nothing. That did not seem plausible. Then again, the world was about to go through a great upheaval. Perhaps there were far more workings going on that even Blackthorne was not involved in the machinations of. That was the most possible of all the thoughts running through her head. But then, why would Lamia abandon her own? It clicked even as Sekhmet addressed her. Was that a threat?! Matianak bristled. At least one thing was certain, her youngest daughter was alive and relatively safe. How much of this was inadvertently the pale woman's own doing? She liked to make waves with her words; it was no surprise her offspring would do similarly in their own way.

A barely audible growl rumbled in her chest. She did not like having the options laid out before her. Her tail flicked, a mild irritation that she did not have complete control of the situation. Perhaps she was more akin to her father than she realized... Not a thought she took lightly either. Still, Matianak could play the game. You either played the game, or you died. Death was not about to knock on her door. Not today at least. "Very well," she finally conceded with a huff. Her pale eyes lingered on Sekhmet as she maintained a respectable distance between them. Enough for cordial conversation, but far enough to be able to move abruptly if the situation required. "The asp for my daughter, as you say," she said while she settled to her haunches.

Matianak was still guarded with what information she held. How much the other woman wanted to know would determine how much she was willing, or perhaps even able, to give. There was only so much right now.