Sidhe was comfortable with their silence, but she still watched Pariah closely at times. When the woman withdrew into herself, Sidhe could not help but feel herself more attentive, her heart having given a little hummingbird of a flutter as Pariah shifted to curl inwardly. It had not occurred to Sidhe, of course, that she might have said something wrong, or that her words had called forward some terrible creature - she merely responded in kind to Pariah's anxiety, an anxiety that Sidhe was happy to take on for herself if it lessened her sunset stranger's own. But Pariah was not that kind of wolf, or so it would have seemed, for she kept her fears close to herself, hidden in such a way that even a more skilled wolf than Sidhe might not be able to take them away from her. Like a child with a toy, some old chewed up bone they wished to keep for life. Sidhe felt it but she could do nothing to absolve it.

And so, she merely stayed put and stayed calm, like a spring breeze as she glanced up at Pariah as if the woman had never caught her breath or shivered. When Pariah spoke however, Sidhe's calmness became a small grin as she considered the words. Hell, she had said, and Sidhe considered its meaning deeply as she moved her eyes from the stranger-woman to the star that lingered by the moon's side. Any friend of the moon couldn't be bad, and even then, could anything have been innately bad? Beltane had believed in balance, after all, and Sidhe had followed in that belief keenly. Hell. If somebody had come from hell, that had to mean that hell had decided them good enough to leave. The thought made Sidhe grin even broader as she turned back towards her companion with a sharp exhale.

"Lucy came from the stars. Mother found Lucy alone after they left her here but sometimes they come to visit her," she explained, "but they can't take her back. If Lucy is from the stars, many others must be too." She nodded, matter-of-fact. "Perhaps they just don't know it for nobody told them." And somewhere in the distance, in a place Sidhe had never known, wolves crept within Diveen bearing the marks of the stars.

She paused for a moment, but her eyes did not leave Pariah as she frowned ever so slightly in thought. "Did you ever see your, hm, home? Your Hell?" Wolves in Iromar spoke of Hell at times. In fact, one wolf named Ruby had claimed her ancestors from such a place too. But Sidhe had to wonder...Lucy could see the stars every night and know she had certainly come from there, but what of stranger-woman? If she had never seen or felt her home, then who could say whether the words were true? Maybe she had hailed from the red-star, the moon's companion, but it had been kept from her. After all, she was the shades of sunset and sunrise, and her eyes glistened like the red-star. To Sidhe, that made more sense to her.