Grouse Thicket thou bleeding piece of earth

He smiled under her gaze; yet she did not falter. The other remained silent and was ignored. She was becoming rather annoyed with the woman she had likened to a sheep all those weeks ago. She ignored his words about titles, names, for she would give him no more leeway in this situation. 

He began to speak, and she began to understand. As she may have lashed out, hurt those around her in anger and grief,perhaps gone into a deadly rage, he had done different. Nico had created a monster, and kept it safe inside himself, away from others. And he had gone on, until the monster wasn't locked away as tightly as before. And there was a cure, for this demon inside, which he had uttered promptly before letting him out. Her gaze was a burning brand as he spoke, focused and not without a hint of challenge. 

"One needs the other." a statement, not a question. Simply relating the fact that his sentences and rambling had boiled down to. And until such a "cure" was found and achieved for the demon before her, if she wanted Nico by her side, she would have to deal with Sargent. And having one side of Nico hating her with a passion would not benefit her. Already she was thinking ahead, watching him. His final words had her gaze meet his, though expression remained the cool armour she had placed over herself.

Manipulation, the carefully undermining of an opponent. Perhaps it could apply here. An idea came to mind, and she considered it a moment.  "I don't take well to being called sweetheart." she said, eyeing him coolly. She was Warlord, that did not mean she was a shallow creature of brawn and not brain. Though her mind reeled, suddenly sure of who to trust, and exactly how much, her gaze remained steady, her armour solid as it always had been. "You may call me Aeronwyn. As for my question, yes, that you have done. Yet I would not have survived this long trusting blindly as a fool would."

Still she watched him, legs setting into motion that took her to the bank, regarding the male in the water. This whole situation presented a great deal of problems, however, dealing with them was her speciality. Truthfully, most occasions "dealing with a problem" involved blood and a great deal of fighting, yet she solved others in much other ways. "I have no basis to prove your words. However, I am none the least interested in killing you. You are a...conundrum." And yet, she understood, in a way. Her life had been no merry affair of joyous singing, rather, a rollercoaster of mistakes, regret, guilt and anger, fierce, fierce, anger. Perhaps she could understand this Sargent, in a way. 

She stayed well away from the other woman, aware of her yet not particularly impressed nor interested by her in the moment. Perhaps that would change, but Sargent held much of her attention now. She had many questions, many theories, many thoughts swirling around her skull. Yet now was not the place, she needed time in which to gather her thoughts. "And what would you do now, Sargent?" the question was short, simple, as she watched him, the way he seemed so...augmented. Nico, and yet, something was oddly...off.