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Leta simply smiled at that, finding no issue in him bringing it up to his leader. It wasn't something that had ever been hidden, by them or by Hydra she was sure. So she nodded, and offered a look that wasn't quite apologetic to the latter point; she was not sorry for what they did, given the necessity of it. So do spies and pupnappers from time to time, evidently, she shuddered at that, and thought to add: oh! If you do talk to Mal... There is a girl that has not been seen for some days. Hydra's daughter, Mira... if you see her, or if Mal has, could you let us know? she asked. More eyes out there were all the better, and Neverwinter might see something they did not—who knew? But as far as Leta was concerned, she thought that the Wilderness had one anothers back in the matter of innocents. 

Assuming he agreed to that point as well, Leta echoed, ta-ta, without any measure of sass, simply liking the sound of it. Once he left and was out of earshot, Leta turned back to Jackalope with a quirk of her brow and a smirk. He was interesting, wasn't he? she laughed, though sensed the disquiet in her emerald-eyed leader. Moving to bump his chin with her nose to comfort, she withdrew when a strange feeling overcame her. It wasn't the same as comforting her brother or father or mother, that feeling, and she looked away and said, I know you might not like him very much, but... I'll take the heat for him, okay? I think... it might be okay to try and befriend him first. Maybe he's just misunderstood. And if he's awful, well... well, she would trust his instinct forevermore. Not that she didn't, but Leta didn't like the idea of enemies and how many she already had. Leta, unlike Osiris, was still learning the way of things. Whether he agreed or disagreed, he at least did not fight with her then and there on the matter; dizzied by the unsettling, but not bad, feeling she had she darted ahead and said, let's... keep patrolling! before springing off to keep at it, Osiris at her heels.