Dragoncrest Cliffs cry for judas

the tone of the conversation shifts radically as aure begins to describe her brush with some of the sound. blixen's eyes narrow, trying to follow the details through her thick accent. she shakes her head. "what did they look like? the -- 'sorrowful girl' and the one who held her back?" she has a sneaking suspicious as to who the girl is, given her own recent brush with caiaphas' daughter, but cannot imagine who would prevent her from harming one of drageda's own. 

a frown turns her slim mouth, considering aure's words but ultimately finding them hard to swallow. "who knows," she says, bluntly, "and i'm not about to go instigate anything with them, either, but still, i cannot consider them neutrally." maybe they'll remain in uneasy neutrality for the rest of their days, but blixen cannot concede to trust them, even a little. especially not now. sighing, she adds, "thanks for telling me, aure -- i am glad you're okay."