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Of all the things Nyra should have had an "oh fuck" expression at, it was this news. 
And yet the shock was brief, a fleeting widening of her eyes before her expression calmed back to what it was. 
As though yes, it made sense, but not in the manner where she was afraid from it. 
"I just assumed Dove likes skulls. Knowing she wears this Nemesis' skull as a crown though...honestly I think you should be the one wearing the ex-Overseer's head. A crown fit for a king." The way she met his gaze, she meant these words as a compliment and had no intentions of it being an insult. 
"Assuming Nemesis was as psycho as she was brazenly stupid for trying to poison you though, perhaps she is better off being of service to Dove. A servant to others instead of a leader." Nyra concluded with a dark smile, waving her tail some. 
Her ears slanted back with some hesitance though, for she knew not if Donovan cared about Nemesis in the light of matehood.