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Althaia spoke before she had a chance to do so herself, though her eyes snapped to Damien and his reaction to the very abrupt revelation. Yet, the elected Dark Master seemed to take the news, both of the relation and the pregnancy with hardly much surprise. A reaction she had not been expecting. She had fully prepared to attempt to persuade Damien for a place for her sister in the dark woods. It was Potema who had come off with a harsher reaction, but she did not hold it against her. Althaia's herbal talents were not of Nemesis's knowledge and best be left to one who could valuate her gifts properly. Yet, as Harley opened his mouth she resisted the urge to roll her eyes, a low grumble risen in her throat. 

Damien's verdict changed that. Her head raised, meeting the co-leaders eyes with a surprise she had not expected. Their quarrel had not smoothed over, yet she looked upon him with a new found respect that he had allowed her to do what she pleased with her sister's ... companion. Without a glance to Althaia's reaction, she turned to the male and made no effort to rid her expression of the devious smirk her lips had formed into. "You will hold a spot in the lowest of our ranks until I decide you are worth the generosity extended to you only by my sister's wishes,"  Her decree was final, not even her sister's wishes would waver her decision. Their kindness was not a free given thing, it was reserved only for those who proved of value to them, that had something of worth. That did not include the man called Harley who supposedly saved her sister; a truth she would get to the bottom of.