Dexter spoke of Zelda in a gleaming light, his words chosen well – saying enough without saying it at all. Elohim could do little more than give a deep nod of agreement and respect for what Dexter had chosen to say - he had, after all, said what Elohim thought of the woman himself. Of course, he was perhaps a little more reluctant to voice the praise aloud. He had made his fondness of Aster known in the past and it had not exactly turned in anybody’s favor, though he supposed he had at least earned Halcyon and Yami as something closer to ‘friends’ than ‘enemies’ through that fondness. He wondered, with a curious look over Dexter, if Zelda’s family might find fondness towards her a good enough reason to be kind. Then again, did they need a reason? It seemed that each of Zelda’s kin were welcoming by nature.

Elohim moved on then, speaking of Aranck and the Darkbringer. Dexter’s lip twitched and immediately, Elohim’s did too, though his own twitched up into an amused smirk as he nodded in understanding. He was not so amused at the sentiment but rather, the shared nature of it. Elohim had little love for Blackthorne despite his connections to his family through Glorall and Eve alike - sure, parts of him fascinated Elohim but fascination had never been equivalent to admiration.

"Ah, you flatter them to think they needed - or need -” he added with a raised brow, wondering if Dexter was aware that Blackthorne certainly did still still, "a gathering to bring them down. It takes only one wolf to behead a snake, and the snake does not move for long after, no?” He gave a brief, toothy grin and then composed himself once more with a light shrug. As far as Elohim was aware, it hadn’t taken much to put an end to Aranck – just a few well-placed teeth - but the move had come too late. As Dexter had said, he had been clear about his intentions. Why, Elohim wondered, had nobody acted despite the clarity? Ah, then again, perhaps that is why Elohim had never entered ‘politics.’ He did not understand the action, or the lack thereof. The processes involved in pack ruling and power-holding all seemed drawn out and awfully draining.

Dexter praised Zelda again, and his own mate, which brought about an honest, well-meaning grin from Elohim – not one of amusement or any sort of thing. No, he smiled if not just because, in all honesty, Dexter’s praise of his mate had surprised him with sentimentality. "Oh? Well, I don‘t suppose your mate has any interest in being some kind of heir or whatever it is my father hopes I find for him on this ‘mission?” He raised a brow, acting as if the question was truly serious before he gave a little laugh. In truth, he wouldn’t mind if he took home Dexter and his mate’s name. Why not them? Sure, Dexter had a little ‘age’ about him, but all alphas did eventually.

"As for Zelda? It is a bit of a distance for a queen to rule across,” he said thoughtfully despite the smile that continued to lurk the corner of his lips, "but who can say? Perhaps a queen has rule more than one pack before in the past. Perhaps it is normal in other lands – would we know?” It was a fascinating idea, but one he did not think others would take so well. Of course, his father would not be surprised. Taviora boasting of their own leader as the ideal name to pass onto him? He’d find it amusing if little else. Of course, he would say, though he himself would not have named his own blood so readily. "My own brothers are Zelda’s siblings, however. It gives them quite a claim, I’d think. I have Asriel, however – what of Shem? I don’t suppose he’s stuck himself to Zelda’s side as some kind of apprentice?” He asked mildly, re-focusd on the path in front of them. He wasn’t so sure Asriel would make a half-good ruler despite some good he sa in the boy – he was nervous at times, and something made Elohim believe him to be good at hiding certain somethings. As for Shem? Well, Elohim knew him but he didn’t truly know him. The Shem that Elohim would meet was not the same Shem that others met. How many Shems were there? Perhaps despite his aloofness, he’d found himself close with Zelda. Perhas he’d grown to realize that if he wanted Moteuh to never happen again, he‘d have to pick up the slack in Moladion. Or...perhaps not. Perhaps even Zelda and Dexter didn’t know the depths of the boy.