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Nyra narrowed her eyes slightly in suspicion. The scent this woman carried was so familiar... 

Yes. Kynareth wore that perfume once. More than once, knowing him. 
She let her gaze tell them both silently that she knew they were lovers by the new lady's scent, she was certain of it. But, that would wait. She'd let it slide...for now. 

As Teya spoke, assuring firmly the alliance between them, Nyra hesitantly relaxed some. 
The sweet smile meant to disarm only got returned with a hellfire stare, one that threatened to burn if stared at long enough. 
It wasn't hatred or dislike, but more or less just how Nyra had shaped herself to be. 

"Yes, we have quite a few healers here. But our Blades outnumber our medics for the most part." The Empress responded with a light chuckle. Tense, this interaction. But that wasn't entirely irreversible.