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silence follows for a few moments after and blodreina's attention strays momentarily to praimfaya as the girl sleepily nuzzles against her; though her head swings back to look at ingram as he speaks her name, noticing that he's inched a bit closer. she is quiet but attentive as he speaks, ears cupping forth atop her skull as he begins with praimfaya saying that she's perfect — and blodreina can't help the subtle nod of her head in agreement, entirely biased as she is — both reassured and confused by his words that he'll always be her father. she tries to follow the string to where he could possibly be going with this and feels her heart sink in her chest as she comes to the worst case scenario of he found someone else.

not that she could or would begrudge him that, but the thought twists at her heart in an ugly and painful way all the same; so much so that she almost misses his but.. what about us?. clue enough that she'd been following the wrong potential path the conversation could take but it doesn't actually sink in until his next words: i want us to be something more, followed by his uneasy breath and the proposal will you be my mate?.

blodreina immediately feels embarrassed at herself for assuming that this was the part where ingram left her ...but losing those she cared about had become a second nature to her. everyone she'd ever loved was gone now ...except for praimfaya, ingram and aure ( whom reina had tried not to care for as a friend but ultimately failed; she cherishes aure's friendship more than she'd probably admit ); and she was only confident in war. in fighting and strategizing war. being a mother? a wife? was all new and untrodden territory for her.

her gaze holds ingram's, confident in her answer of yes,. she doesn't need to think about it for what was there to think about? she already knows she cares a very great deal for him. yes, i'll be your mate. she breathes with affection, ears slicking back against her skull and tail beating against the ground for a few seconds before she stills it, worried about waking the slumbering praimfaya.