Noctisardor Bypass You turned a good thing into a tragedy

And then she was not alone on her side of the border. It was the new guy. Ruffled by this meeting, she noted. More on that later, but vagueness of IC knowledge aside, she wanted things to play out the way she wanted them to play out, hopefully not too much of a wildcard there. It didn't matter how much she knew or didn't, she just liked things being the way they should be.

Arbiter looked to Daegmar with an even glance, one ear still turned back to the other pair, calm and quiet. A pause, a blink, and she looked forward again. Okay, it was probably pretty unlikely that her latest packmate knew how to read her expressions the way her own son might (unsurprisingly), but there was no obvious insight to her thoughts beyond that  right now. Just a glance that regained it's previous hawkish stare when turned back upon the visitors, That's a distance. Who did you speak to? Apparently this was a short-on-words conversation. Arbiter could trend either way depending on how the game was played, but this was how it was going to be for now, accentuated with a very slight inquisitive tilt of her head. She still didn't seem particularly pleased by it all, but was she ever?