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his explanation of he and his intrigued her, and deirdre smiled at his terminology. she had not heard wolves spoke of in such a way, though somehow it did make sense for the youth. she was pleased to hear she had fallen into his good graces, even despite not yet responding to him in regards to the alliance. it was on her to make these decisions, and she accepted the weight of it.

she was thoughtful for a moment before responding. i do not know what skellige has told you of me and mine, arturo, she admitted, and she went on: we are not warriors, like the depths. the depths aid in protecting us, they are our warriors, she informed, her eyes bright. donnelaith is a sanctuary; we could not aid you in wartime but for healing the injured or sick. to fight is not our way--only to protect, she explained. for they did harbor fighters in their ranks, but they were not aggressors! they were another line of defense for when the wolves of the depths could not be there. she wondered if he would desire an alliance in hearing this, though knew what donnelaith offered was truly a priceless thing.