The small-boned woman sits still next to the yearling, her long, angular muzzle closed and pointed slightly upwards toward the cornflower skies. There is no movement from Leera except for the constant, gentle rustling of her cream fur as the breeze lifts it from her soft skin. Her eyes hold the distance, endless and emotionless, difficult to decipher as she waits for Astraios' answer. This is a conversation she's been meaning to make, even since her days at Tyranis' side, however short they had been.
At the end of the red boy's answer, Leera says nothing. She makes a tiny, pensive hm in her throat, tail curling with slow, cobra motions as she thinks over his answer. "A man of honor," she repeats slowly, watching some point in the distance as she thinks. Does the boy really believe that Tyranis is honorable? Blindness: this is what she writes it off as. "It isn't uncommon for a child to think this of their parent. Are you, Astraios, an honorable man?"
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