The Sentinels you will find me, in places that we've never been

Aria giggles-- a girly one that she usually hides away. It's child-sounding and giddy, and it takes an edge off of her maturity. She doesn't appear to care, but it bothers her a good bit. It makes her feel young and unfit for her rank-- so she dials it back and pulls her lips into a tight smile, but makes no sound. "To be fair, I've never heard of a March Owl either," she says, roping her facade together again. "But that is pretty funny-- perhaps her mother knew of it?" she suggests, her head tilting to the side.