Noctisardor Bypass nature

The flattening of her ears and averting her gaze led Fiona to believe Druid felt remorse or embarrassment for what the Ash had witnessed. Little did she know it was quite the experience for Fiona as well. Learning about how the mind worked—or malfunctioned—was what made Fiona tick. Never before had she witnessed such a thing, and it had satisfied that part of her brain to see new behaviors in others, the good and the bad. Fiona's expression softened to let Druid know there was no need to feel shame or worry over what she had witnessed. There was no need to divulge that information to anyone.

When the conversation turned to Fiona, she felt a buttoning up of her own self. She was, and always had been, a rather private sort. It was easier to talk to others if they did not have ways to insult you based on what they knew about you. What, did you think Fiona was without flaws?

Still, she did mean to garner favor with her pack mates, that was in every wolf's nature. What would you like to know? she asked. The witch had always been better at asking questions than answering them.