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Though Peregrine's explanation had some merit, Saena was taken with the idea of Fox being a cheating whore on top of a completely selfish tyrant, so that was the version she silently decided to go with.

Her eyes swept over them again, and again lingered on the bashful Wildfire. Despite the initial surge of hatred that welled up for Fox's lookalike, the kid was damn cute, and that hatred was beginning to wash away ever so slightly. After all, Saena knew that Fox's past bullshit wasn't their fault. Maybe, just maybe, they would grow up to dislike their mother as well, and then they could all shit talk Fox until the sun set.

She swung her gaze back to Peregrine when he mentioned Wildfire was interested in Naturalism. Her eyes fell back to the small red girl, contemplative. On the one hand, tutoring her would give Saena some much-needed practice in her tertiary trade, something she'd been lacking lately. On the other hand, she would be lending skills to Fox's offspring, and probably gaining nothing in return. Saena wasn't much of a bargainer though, and wasn't typically out for her own gain alone, and so after a long pause, she said, "all right."

She wasn't sure about being a great influence what with her rocky history and occasional quick temper, but didn't say anything about it. "Once I'm settled wherever I decide to settle, I'll swing by with a lesson or two. Something cool, of course. I'll call for you beyond the borders when I arrive for that." She glanced back at her father, trying her best to call up her past adoration and love for him and failing (but succeeding at a smile that wasn't frigid for once). "That work for you?"