She watched as Rōta, somewhat uncharaceristically of her, fiddled with the limbs of the calf until it lay properly upon the stone slab. It was enough to almost bring a smile to her face, seeing her cousin take so much care with something that the woman was usually not bothered about. But then the usual fiery nature returned, with a smirk to boot. Ah, there she was.
But in response Iðunn's eyes narrowed slightly, chuffing softly in a half scoff and half almost laugh. She wasn't proud, she was resourceful and self-confident... and maybe just a little bit proud. But to be the one who acted as a messenger between the old gods and the rest of her family she needed to be highly self-assured in her abilities. A wolf suffering from unsureness and worry would make for a pretty shit priestess.
The urge to tell Rōta she didn't need help was strong, but she held her tongue from speaking aloud the mistruth. Being reliant on others was not in her nature, so she did struggle reaching out and asking for help. In truth she was somewhat glad her cousin had noticed. It meant she cared. "I'll keep that in mind for the future," Iðunn said smoothly, schooling her features a little more. But then with only a moment's hesitation she gently moved to bump their shoulders together, a low rumbling purr under her breath. Words were too hard to get her point across sometimes.
