Northstar Vale Yioí

A sideways glance was given to the man as he spoke, a considering gaze. As others had mentioned to her in the past, she perhaps was a perceptive creature and wished to fix things as she came upon them broken—the pang of that reality still tugged at her chest when she thought of a certain onyx man, and she was unwilling to corner the Arche now by coaxing him to finding her a willing ear. 

She simply didn’t know him well enough. 

He spoke of her rank after the insistence of using his name and not his own rank—an interesting thought to the woman but one she offered only a small smile to. Epoch has quickly become home, was the simplest answer she could give him, and an intimidating truth. Your wife has made it so.