with every breath I'm breathing in

The Warlord regarded her with a quirked brow, but the same expression she'd come to know. It was a serious conversation, one that carried weight. She could only hope that he saw her as the woman she'd become, though through this... she felt like a child, in the same way. The child that had washed up here, starving and scared and alone. Different now, though that little girl was still inside her somewhere. Grown up, but not done growing.

She doesn't mistake the pride in his eyes as he watches. Hazel stands straight, listening to the formalities as he speaks, processing them as they come. "Thank you, Sirius." Her head dips low, a gesture of respect. Still, there was a glimmer here too. A glimmer, just a little one. Hope. She has hope for the situation before them. Hope that she really had done it, she'd pled her case, she'd given him good reason... that had to mean something, right? Hazel certainly hoped so. "Is there anything additional you'd like done in the meantime?" Right, if there was more responsibility she could take on, then she'd take it. She'd offered to pick up the slack, and Hazel would, regardless of title.

"Speech"