Ravensblood Forest Tonight we are young

Things are reconciled between the two and secretly, Lia is pleased. Whilst good at bringing it forth with her intense personality, the doyenne is not skilled at dispelling it. 

The gratitude is surprising. She barely manages to keep from glancing at him surreptitiously. Instead Lia nods solemnly, returning the smile.

"I'm aware. Raurcs are well versed in such topics," she comments without interruption. It's said wryly, memories of the many lessons Neasa has taught. 

The tale unfolds in length. Lia finds her mind wandering at points; she is confused by many of the things he says and the way the story unfolds. 

What's a honeymoon? How did he get injured? What pack was it? Why did it return his memory? Olive's pregnant?

It was rather overwhelming for the half-Raurc who never spoke much more than was necessary. 

At the end of it, the belladonna could see both points. Dakarai felt betrayed by Ceannasach's anger and Arturo felt his own children might be in danger of an attack. 

"With luck, they will not pursue you and your woman. And if they do," Lia smirks slightly, reassurance in her pale gaze, "they have the wrath of Teaghlaigh to endure."