He answers easily enough, a simple no falling from his teeth, and Leera nods. She's always liked Hannibal, but in a different way than others -- his presence is tolerable enough and he doesn't try to be anything he's not. But of course, the nature of his and Nephthys' relationship is still something Leera hasn't fully gotten to understand. She did find it odd how her friend had been rather hushed about it, but that's their business. "Congratulations. I'm sure the children will bring you and Erövrare honor," she says, free of malice, tail flicking gently. It's true that she's anticipating Nephthy's birth, almost as much as her own.
Leera smiles minutely at the mention of her own pregnancy, although she's becoming increasingly aware of the whispers of gossip that are floating through the pack. Even Tyranis' own kid sister had found it odd that he hadn't told her about the litter, but Leera does not put any value to gossip. The commoners could whisper as much as they please, she doesn't care. She'd taken the king's blood and by that alone she's ascended herself, even if this is only the start. "I am," she answers. "Children are the world's only true blessing, Hannibal. They make us what we cannot be on our own. I trust you'll find this out soon enough." If there is one redeeming quality about Leera, it's that she loves her children and she'll kill for them.
An ear tilts to Hannibal as she decides to bring up the bronzed goddess. She's curious to see what the mismatched sire will say about her. "I also trust Nephthys will be a fine mother. How is she?" Pink eyes study him.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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