She was almost impressed by the Archangel just knowing she had left something out. Was it a mere feeling, a notion? Or did the look in her eyes or features somehow give it away? She had underrated this woman, believing that she'd be able to lie her way through the confrontation. Knowing that wasn't the case, she felt rather guilty for wanting to lie in the first place. First going against her own morals and the pack's, now wanting to deceive the leader when her actions had finally caught up to her? Who was she? It seemed like she couldn't live a single day without her impulses getting the best of her. That wasn't the Varda she once knew.
"Her name," she began hesitantly, forcing the name out of her throat, the anger and contempt for the woman still evident as the name left her tongue, "is Esarosa." She was going to leave it there, hoping the alphess assumed the woman was a loner, but there was no use in that either. Of course she knew she was in Argead. She might as well spill out everything she knew to save the pain of hearing more questions. "She's from A-Argead." Oh gods, what had she done? Attacking a neighbouring pack member? Possibly disrupting a peaceful truce between the two empires? No, she couldn't take this. She just wanted to disappear.
Knowing she wouldn't be forgiven for her actions any time soon, she had to think about her consequence and what she could do to earn the leader's respect and trust back, if she could ever rebuild that. "I-I can go apologise to Argead," she meekly offered, hanging her head low in shame. The words of utter disappointment washed over her like a wave, and like a wave, they swirled and turned her weak body about. They attacked her, they drowned her in the emotion. She was just lost. Amidst the regret and guilt of her actions and fear for her consequences and overall reputation, there were her feelings for the ivory male. Was it love, like the Archangel described? She didn't know herself. She didn't want it to be love; how could it be? They were friends only a few seasons ago and now she had grown so attached, so dependent, so protective of him? Oh, she felt so helpless.
"I-I'll accept any consequences," she confessed with a quiet sigh. "And I understand if I've lost my respect and trust."
"Speech"
