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As the news hit her, Dove said nothing. Her ears lanced back against her head as a brief disruption to her thoughts, and her brow furrowed even further, but such things melted away - because she believed, perhaps wrongly, that their father was within his rights. It was the rule he had passed on to his children after all. Bastards had to die. It was cruel maybe, but Dove did not see the problem with it. She opened her mouth and prepared to speak, but Fox went on to ask a question, and so she paused.

"I suppose I could stay." She drawled, shunting thoughts of their father away for the time being. The concern upon her features faded, and was swiftly replaced by a gleeful glint as she sized up her balloon of a sister. "I mean, someone has to be around to teach your little grubs some manners, right?" From what she recalled of their time as children, Fox had been the rambunctious sort - and Dove suspected her behavior would hardly change just because she was wedded and bedded.

"Ooh, and you must tell me all about your boytoy -" She added hastily, prior to leaning in close to mutter, "Clearly there ain't anything wrong with the important bits." A tiny snicker broke through the coy grin that rested upon Dove's face. It had been ages since Dove could gossip with her sisters about anything and there was a lot they had to catch up on.