Stavanger Bay It's quiet, I'll bet that everybody thinks I'm done.

Very well, she heard every ounce of Dalia's answer but evidently that didn't mean she was going to understand it fully—and really, quite the opposite. There were bits of it all she picked out above the rest, namely the notes that seemed important like names and such, but the rest somehow didn't really set in for her. Maybe she was too young to really grasp it all, the love two could create between and the urge for something new, something of their own too beneath the watch of their parents and birthplace.. Maybe her upbringing had been a little different thanks to that time's brand of Drageda tumult, among a great many other things as well but Opalia simply couldn't add it up in the same way that her older sister did. This realization placed her somewhere between frustrated and sad, but it was Dacio's reminder then very related question that did not give her the time to stew. His iciness about this all was certainly not lost on her either, and carefully aware of his influence, she knew it would be his that would influence her before any others.

Silent after that with only a soft nod, but thoughtful in her expression, she blinked at Dalia to let her answer that much next. The golden gona was curious enough, but she didn't think anything she heard would change these outcomes. Like so many times before, all that was left was to move forward, stronger than before. She didn't think anything would alter that course.