Deepwood Weald tyger tyger, burning bright

No worries! I was super duper vague!

Sugar Glider provided information that intrigued Osiris—namely Priamfaya's condition. Although he would never admit it, he felt contented by the report; perhaps her injury could be attributed to her abandonment of Moonspear—karma for what she'd done. These feelings were new to him, and he pushed them aside for now. There would be time later to reflect upon his vindictive thoughts. For now, he had to concentrate on the situation at hand. 

"Opalia," Osiris greeted in return, his ears pushing forward and his tail lifting as he watched her approach. She went on to explain her motivation, and it was then that he understood—she needed as much closure as he did. "Alright," Osiris decided easily with a lick of his chops. "I trust you." After all, Opalia had returned to Moonspear. She had chosen his family over hers; her loyalty had been tested, and she had passed. "Check in with me once you return. I know that I am not the only one who is curious about what happened."