Sunspire Mountains cause i can't let go

The uncertain undertones within Bhediya's words stall Undómiel's acknowledgement towards the chaicoated sister — and the words are of female companionship, of friendship. So few had she plied another with such a word; surely fierce Blodreina and fervent Isleña; perhaps snowswhite Takiyok, perhaps honeyed Ketzia, had she not enraged them in her foolsdoing; perhaps the greenseer Speedy, perhaps the queensmother Hydra, had she not flit from pack and forsaken another her parley.

Was there to be such a one found in this sibyl and, someday, her sister?

"Ja,"  the fairylight wisps delicate after a moment's wonder,  "We are her ... friend,"  as if given something to cradle and to look upon that she would not have ever expected. Still there is the predicament of when to cast off the veil of formality, and when to don the mantle of it;
but the smile is an almost timid thoughtfulness; not the rare resplendence as before, but a mere budding which again she looks to Bhediya with.