Whitefish River But it wasn't for me.

She nodded solemnly in response, leaving it at that. If she wanted to talk, there was always Dante as well. Even Donovan offered a listening ear every now and again, even though it felt highly inappropriate to associate with him after everything. Perhaps she should indeed lean more on Hiero and his co-workers, but it felt so weird now that she was not the one in command. She wasn't one to seek out power, nor was she dominant by definition, but she felt like just sometimes, her logic and compassion were worth something.

She trotted in silence beside him, halting when he did. She looked up at him, wildflower gaze caring and concerned. She cupped her ears forward in interest. Oh dear... - I'm sorry. She hadn't wanted to make him uncomfortable, but her curiosity could not be cured. Is it... a secret? I will keep it if it is. She added. It was what set her apart from quite the cunning villain; she sought knowledge to satisfy herself, not to use it against someone else. Still, she was glad to hear Hiero had found away around his problem - even if he didn't think much of it himself.

Well, better get to work then. She tried to change the topic, putting her nose to the ground.