Although their victory was secured it was not without consequence. Argent -- Étoille -- had known he was likely to face injury or worse for his crimes and so he considers himself lucky. His vanity is harmed, sure, but once he heals completely, perhaps it will give him some manner of stateliness and mystery. Oddly he finds himself feeling some passing concern for the two children he became aquainted with while staying in Blackfeather's borders. With their disabilities, the trauma of losing their homes must come harder.

But they are no longer of any concern to him. The titan is back within Drageda, letting the smell of blood and feathers fade from his fur. In the immediate aftermath of their battle, he'd stayed quiet, but now that the dust seems to have settled a little, there is a report he has to make. He calls for @Thuringwethil, ready to give a full debriefing on what he witnessed in the last days of his mission.

Heda is quick to arrive (at this point the fact that he doesn't know her name barely crosses his mind -- she's just heda to him). He dips his own head low, feeling a slight twinge of self consciousness at his newly marred face. He hasn't sought a reflection yet to assess the damage for himself, but it cannot be good.

"I'm glad you are well," he says by way of greeting. She'd suffered injuries as they all had, but none that seemed life threatening. If it weren't for the urgent nature of his message he might be inclined to let her rest longer (and rest more himself) but as it stands... "do you know of a child that resembles the Blackfeather leader -- nearly identical, in fact." The boy seemed to be from Drageda -- or at least that was the impression Étoille got -- but he had not met him before his depture for Blackfeather and so has no way of knowing if Heda knows him or not.

He can't help but straighten slightly at her words. Blixen's friend presumably means Furi. He'd not thought too hard about the boy but he feels a latent surge of offense on behalf of choupinou. Does she know of his betrayal, he wonders, and then hopes he doesn't have to be the one to deliver the news. That sort of thing isn't his forte.

"He arrived at Blackfeather's borders some days before you with a woman. Small, mostly white but for her head, which was black." Her appearance had been distinctive, memorable, though of course Étoille has no idea of her history with Drageda. "She seemed to want to mobilize Blackfeather against Drageda while our forces were split for war." He had not remained long enough to gather all the details, nor did he really understand the full complexity of the relationships at play between Vaati and Arrille and the other man who resembled them. But it is enough to know they had a traitor in their midst and an enemy who wants to see them gone.

Heda doesn't recognize the description he provides, curiously. He tries to think back to the scene, but he had not stayed for the full of her plan, too concerned with being caught. "She mentioned the Sound," he says finally, "perhaps she is with the pack that has formed there?" Though what business they would have against Drageda up above them Étoille has no answers for. Regretfully he lowers his head. "I am afraid that is all the information I have," he says, feeling not for the first time a mild sense of frustration at his inability to gain much useful intel. His learning of Arrille's betrayal, even, was happenstance rather than skill -- but perhaps it is enough that he lived among them and survived, and the war is won, and he is here now to continue to serve heda as needed.

Although he is frustrated he did not glean more information for Drageda, he is glad to have been of some use, at the least. He hopes whatever conflict the black-capped woman sought to bring to them is nothing more than false alarm. Blackfeather had not bit at the bait if nothing else, as far as Étoille can tell. 

His eyes widen slightly in surprise at heda's proclaimation. He is, of course, flattered. And it is true he considers himself sort of a success in his own right. Yet.. "Thank you," he begins, "although I am not sure I was very good at all." It is a rare display of -- humility, perhaps. Insecurity if you squint. Not that he will turn down heda's appointment or shirk any job given... but he doesn't want to let her down, either.

She raises a valid point. His stay in Blackfeather may have been relatively peaceful for what it's worth, but he had still been putting himself into significant danger, hadn't he? With a hum the titan dips his head, accepting her assessment in silence - and her offer of a shared meal. "Merci," he says quietly, falling into step beside her as they move to the cache.