"I suppose you're right," she says after a moment. "I'm not certain I'd wish anyone else to potentially get their hands on any of Delos' creations, so I suppose I'll have to survive." People were untrustworthy. Humans in particular. She listens quietly as Siffleur's mother continues to talk. "Were you a hired mercenary or was this your own choice?"

She is curious about Siffleur's mother. It's one thing to understand someone from another person's perspective and another to learn more from her here. Even if it is questionable information.

There's a small laugh at the presentation of the dragonfly. "Fleur," she says softly. "Yes. He is a delightfully skilled hunter." She's more than aware of the stories, but she has not participated.